Liana POV
Three weeks. Three weeks have passed since I last seen or heard from Axel. I have ignored his calls and messages. I replied coolly and professionally to work-related emails and messages but that is it. Now I am sitting at my desk and staring at my computer as my nerves gnaw at me.
Axel can walk in here any second and I can only pray that I will seem calm and collected. That he cannot tell that I have fallen apart when I learned about his engagement. That he cannot see that I still cry myself to sleep at night. That it is not obvious that I have not been eating because everything tastes like dust. That I do not look as miserable as I feel. I have been practicing daily but reality is vastly different from what is plotting in my mind.
According to Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, there are
