Freya's POV
When you truly care for someone, you notice everything about them. The way they wince when they have a headache, how they favor one side when they walk, even the smallest signs of discomfort. These moments matter more than the grand gestures or dramatic declarations.
After all, how many life-altering crises does one person really face? The real intimacy lives in those quiet observations, in knowing someone well enough to see past their brave face.
The thought made me wince with guilt over my earlier coldness toward Mack. I had been ungrateful, dismissive of his concern. I owed him an apology.
"President Colby? President Colby?"
Jordan's voice cut through my brooding. I blinked, realizing he had been trying to get my attention.
"Sorry, what were you saying?"
His brow furrowed with concern. "Are you feeling alright? We can postpone this until Monday if you need rest."
