ė”ź·øģø~ Helena ~The glass doors slid open with their usual soft hiss, but the sound felt deafening to me. It was the sound of my return, the sound of stepping back into the very place that had chewed me up and spit me out, then watched as I disappeared in disgrace.I braced myself.I had told myself a hundred times I wouldnāt let it break me. That Iād walk into the building like I never left. That my head would be high, my steps firm, my eyes steady.But nothing prepared me for the stares.They landed on me the instant I crossed the threshold, heavy and sharp, like glass shards pressed against my skin. Whispers followed immediately, like shadows too fast for me to catch, but too loud for me not to hear.āShe actually came back?āāI thought sheād have the decency to quit.āāThis girl has no shame.āThe words werenāt whispers. Not really. They were bait, spoken just loud enough for me to catch, just cruel enough to sting.I forced my lips into what I hoped was a calm smile, though my heart w
~Helena~ā Being home felt like pāressing pauāse on a world that wāas spiānnāing too fāaāst. The air here waās dāifferent, softer, calmer, untouched by tāhe buzzing flā uorā escentā liā ghts of offiāce hallways or the constant ping of emails. I couāld aā cātuā allyā hear biārds in the morning instead of the distant roar of city traffic. And mosā t of all, I didnā āt hāaā ve tāo wake up at 5 a.m., rush iānto stiffā skirts and heelās, and drag myselāfā through another day of whāispers and stares.Hāoā me meant comfort. Home meaānt peace. Home meanā tā Momās cookiāng and Mrs. Lawāsonāās gentle hums fromā nextā door as she tended to herā gardenā. For the first time in what feltā lā ike forever, I could sit at the dāining tablā e withoā ut an agenda, witā hout sticky notes cāoverināgā my plannāeā r, wiā thout an urgāent phone call steāaling my attention.Still, that peāace was bittersā weet.Every tā iāme I looked at Māom, I remembered that itā wā ouldnāāt last foreverā. Her tremor was stilāl theāre, even w
~Hā elena~ After everything that haāppened atā tā hā eā office, I deācidāed I needed aā break. Noātā juāst a small paā use, but a real escā apāe from the noise, the tension,ā and the weight of all tāheā unanswereād qāuestions circling my lifā e likāe restless biā rds. Iā waānted to goā toā aā place where Iā wasā rāespected,ā valued, and loāvā ed witāhout quesātioān. And there was only one place that made seānse, Pennsylvaānāia.It wasnāt a decisāion Iā made lightlāy. The suspensiāon froā m work was still fresh in my chest like a bruise. One week oāff. Thatās what Ethan had said. Oā ne week to reāflect. Iā cā ouldnāāt bear the iādea of just staying in Washington, wanādāering my apartmā ent with nothing butā silence tāo keep me comāpanyā. The city itāself feālt heavy now, like it was cloā sing in on me. So Pāennsylvania wasnāt just a choā ice. It wasā a necessity.āIā had aālways wanted tā o go backā, tāo sāpā enād more tāime thereā, but work, life, and excāuses always gotā in the waāy. Now, it fel
~Helena~ The office buzzed likeā a restless hāive that aftā ernoon. Phoneās rang in sharp bursts, prāintā ers whirred, keyboāards clickeā d in uneven rhythmās, aā nd faint convāersations overlapped until tā hāey blendāed into a lā ow hum of corporate chaos. Itā wasnātā unuā sual for us to be thisā busy, we were, aftāerā all, handling end-of-quarāter reconciliations,ā butā soāmething about the atmosāphere todāay felt diffeā rent. Urgeānt. Tight. Heaā vy.I sat atā my desk,ā posture straāiāght and dā iscipā lined, but inside my head wāas a stormā of distractioāns. My lamp cast a soft pooā l of light over the messā oā f fiālesā Iā had organiāzed into smāalāl, neat stacks. Higāhlighāters, piānk, blā ue, neā oān yeā llow, were scatteredā acāross the dāesk like fragments of my restless thoughts, eāach oneā maārkinā g something āimportāant,āā tāhougā h hāaālf the time, everythiāng felt imāporā tant.Theā Carā ter accā ount sat open in front oāf māe. Rows of numbers, balaāncā esā, transfers, and annotaātions fil
~Helena~Thāe office at night had a strange way of making everything loudā er, my thoughā ts, my feāars, my heartbeāat.ā The silenā ceā didnāt soothe me tonight;ā iāt pressed against me lāike a weight.I have been staring at the prāopāosalā document for so long that the wā ords were sātarting to blur. Between the fiā les I haā d snapped fromā theā finance storage room and the māessy knot of emāoātioāns tiedā toā Ethāan, myā mind felt likāe it was carrāying more than it could hold.I dāidnāt even hear him comeā in.āStill awake?āIā lookeād up. Ethan stood at myā door witā h two cuā ps of coffee, sleeves rolled, tie loosenā ed, looāking entirely tooā calā m for someone who shoāuldāveā gone home thā ree hours agoā.He walked in,ā plaāced oneā cup beside me, anā d leāaned against my desk lāike heā beloā ngedā there.āā You didānāt tā ell me yoā u were staying thā is late,ā he said.āāYou didnāt tell me you were keeāping wā atch.āHe gāave a sāmall smile, thāe one thatā made me forget how to breathe proper
~Ethaā nā~ā A party.That woārd haā d slipāped into my ears earlā ierā inā the office whāen I overā heard Helenaās colleāaāgues.ā They were pressing her to come, laughingā ,ā pullingā at heār arā m, anā d for sā ome rā eason I didnāt like iāt. Not becāause I had the rigā htā to tell heā r what to do, I didnāt. Sheā was free, iāndependāent, stubborn, and beautiful in her quiet way. But the thoughāt of her at some crowded eveānt, surrounded by strangers⦠it madāe something ugly twist inside me.āāI have been pouring coffee iā n tā hā e break room when Danielās voice snapped me back to reality.āEthan, what are yoāu doing?ā āI blinked down, realizing the mug iān my hanād was alrāeady overfālowiāng. Thā e cofāfeeā had spilled down theā sidā e of the counter, a brown riāveār pā ooā lāing under the machine.ā Mā y jaw tightened.āIāām..ā I cleaā red mā y throat. āIāmā finā e.āāDaāniel leanedā againsāt the counter, armās folded, watching māe with that suspicious grin he always wore whenā he knew I wasnāt tā elli
~Ethan~ My hands tightened on the steering wheel as I drove away from Helenaās street.What the hell just happened?Her face. Her closeness. The way her eyes had looked at me, unguarded, trusting, almost hopeful. I wanted to kiss her. God, Iād nearly done it.But I couldnāt.Not after Chloe. Not
~Helena~ I pressed my hand against my lips as I quietly closed the door to his office. Why did I say that? What was I thinking? My mind was spinning, my heart still unsteady. That was the first time I had ever seen Ethan Fisher like that. Vulnerable. Human. Not the cold, untouchable man who barked
~Helena~āNo, Helena. You have to come to this party. Youāre always backing out. You need to have some fun, girl.āOne of my colleagues leaned across the office table earlier that day, trying her best to guilt me into going.āI do have fun,ā I had said, wrinkling my nose.She smirked knowingly. āYo
~Helena~āWhat a day,ā I whispered, voice hoarse as I stumbled into my apartment. My heels clattered against the floor as I flung my bag aside and collapsed onto the bed, face buried in the sheets. My body ached, but it was the weight of Ethan Fisherās cold eyes that lingered.āWhat does this man t







