Lucian’s car rolled back into the parking lot of his company. The sun was still up, casting soft light across the glass building. He cut the engine and sat there for a few seconds, resting both hands on the steering wheel.
His thoughts kept circling back to Georgia, her quiet voice, the look in her eyes when she finally believed him, the soft way she said “thank you.” For once, the weight in his chest felt lighter.
He exhaled, grabbed his phone and jacket, then stepped out of the car. The familiar sound of the city, cars honking, distant chatter, filled the air, grounding him back into reality.
Inside the building, everything was the same. The steady click of keyboards, the faint hum of the air conditioner, the smell of coffee and paperwork. Yet for Lucian, something felt different.
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