Evelyn's fingers hovered momentarily over the laptop's power button, a sharp breath escaping her as she contemplated the stillness of the night. The digital glow of the clock read just past midnight, adding a haunting luminescence to the room that should have been dark, conducive to sleep. Reluctantly, she pressed the button, the screen flickering to life and casting a pale light across her face. Work was the only antidote for her restlessness—a potion she'd brew for herself on nights like this, when the ghosts of her past refused to stay buried.
As she logged into her office email, the mundane list of senders and subjects scrolled past until one name arrested her scrolling finger—a name tied to a history she had meticulously archived in the recesses of her mind. The technology and construction firm, ‘SynTech Construction Innovations,' belong to her ex-husband, Alexander, and it seemed to taunt her from the inbox. A ghost from her past that refused to be exorcised. A wave of emotions,
