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Chapter Thirty-Six: Subtle Shifts and Unseen Threads

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POV: Layla Brooks

Mondays had a rhythm—predictable, a little bitter, and always salvaged by caffeine.

I walked into the office just past eight, cradling a cinnamon latte, the city still yawning itself awake behind me. My blouse was tucked perfectly, my mind only slightly less so. It was getting easier to show up now, to press “play” on this version of life again, even when grief still echoed in small corners of me.

Lucas waved from his desk as I passed. “Morning, superstar.”

I rolled my eyes. “You say that like I didn’t almost spill coffee on myself ten minutes ago.”

“Confidence is 90% pretending not to be a disaster.”

“Well then,” I smiled, “I’m thriving.”

Zoe arrived moments later, cheeks flushed, energy bright. She’d been settling in well as our intern, and though still eager to please, she had started to show flashes of real insight during brainstorming sessions.

I’d also started noticing the way her eyes flickered toward Lucas more than once.

The way she always seemed to need his
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