Justin's POV
By the end of the day, my body was running on instinct alone.
Meetings had stacked on top of meetings, voices blurred together, numbers lost meaning. I signed documents I barely remembered reading, nodded through conversations that required my full attention but received only fragments of it. All day, my mind circled the same thoughts like a restless animal pacing its cage.
Elena hadn't come to my office. Not once.
I checked my phone more times than I'd admit to anyone, half expecting a message, half dreading it. There was nothing. No Are you okay? No We need to talk. No accusations. No reassurances either.
The silence was louder than any argument.
When the workday finally ended, I didn't wait. I grabbed my jacket and left my office before I could second-guess myself. I needed air. Movement. Space to breathe.
I reached the car first.
