Masuk~ 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 wouldn’t let it break me. That I’d 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.“She actually came back?”“I thought she’d have the decency to quit.”“This girl has no shame.”The words weren’t 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~ Being home felt like pressing pause on a world that was spinning too fast. The air here was different, softer, calmer, untouched by the buzzing fluorescent lights of office hallways or the constant ping of emails. I could actually hear birds in the morning instead of the distant roar of city traffic. And most of all, I didn’t have to wake up at 5 a.m., rush into stiff skirts and heels, and drag myself through another day of whispers and stares.Home meant comfort. Home meant peace. Home meant Mom’s cooking and Mrs. Lawson’s gentle hums from next door as she tended to her garden. For the first time in what felt like forever, I could sit at the dining table without an agenda, without sticky notes covering my planner, without an urgent phone call stealing my attention.Still, that peace was bittersweet.Every time I looked at Mom, I remembered that it wouldn’t last forever. Her tremor was still there, even w
~Helena~ After everything that happened at the office, I decided I needed a break. Not just a small pause, but a real escape from the noise, the tension, and the weight of all the unanswered questions circling my life like restless birds. I wanted to go to a place where I was respected, valued, and loved without question. And there was only one place that made sense, Pennsylvania.It wasn’t a decision I made lightly. The suspension from work was still fresh in my chest like a bruise. One week off. That’s what Ethan had said. One week to reflect. I couldn’t bear the idea of just staying in Washington, wandering my apartment with nothing but silence to keep me company. The city itself felt heavy now, like it was closing in on me. So Pennsylvania wasn’t just a choice. It was a necessity.I had always wanted to go back, to spend more time there, but work, life, and excuses always got in the way. Now, it fel
~Helena~ The office buzzed like a restless hive that afternoon. Phones rang in sharp bursts, printers whirred, keyboards clicked in uneven rhythms, and faint conversations overlapped until they blended into a low hum of corporate chaos. It wasn’t unusual for us to be this busy, we were, after all, handling end-of-quarter reconciliations, but something about the atmosphere today felt different. Urgent. Tight. Heavy.I sat at my desk, posture straight and disciplined, but inside my head was a storm of distractions. My lamp cast a soft pool of light over the mess of files I had organized into small, neat stacks. Highlighters, pink, blue, neon yellow, were scattered across the desk like fragments of my restless thoughts, each one marking something “important,” though half the time, everything felt important.The Carter account sat open in front of me. Rows of numbers, balances, transfers, and annotations fil
~Helena~The office at night had a strange way of making everything louder, my thoughts, my fears, my heartbeat. The silence didn’t soothe me tonight; it pressed against me like a weight.I have been staring at the proposal document for so long that the words were starting to blur. Between the files I had snapped from the finance storage room and the messy knot of emotions tied to Ethan, my mind felt like it was carrying more than it could hold.I didn’t even hear him come in.“Still awake?”I looked up. Ethan stood at my door with two cups of coffee, sleeves rolled, tie loosened, looking entirely too calm for someone who should’ve gone home three hours ago.He walked in, placed one cup beside me, and leaned against my desk like he belonged there.“You didn’t tell me you were staying this late,” he said.“You didn’t tell me you were keeping watch.”He gave a small smile, the one that made me forget how to breathe proper
~Ethan~A party.That word had slipped into my ears earlier in the office when I overheard Helena’s colleagues. They were pressing her to come, laughing, pulling at her arm, and for some reason I didn’t like it. Not because I had the right to tell her what to do, I didn’t. She was free, independent, stubborn, and beautiful in her quiet way. But the thought of her at some crowded event, surrounded by strangers… it made something ugly twist inside me.I have been pouring coffee in the break room when Daniel’s voice snapped me back to reality.“Ethan, what are you doing?”I blinked down, realizing the mug in my hand was already overflowing. The coffee had spilled down the side of the counter, a brown river pooling under the machine. My jaw tightened.“I’m..” I cleared my throat. “I’m fine.”Daniel leaned against the counter, arms folded, watching me with that suspicious grin he always wore when he knew I wasn’t telli







