Let it out, baby

ROSALIE'S POV ~

I didn’t go home.

I couldn’t.

The day had folded into dusk, and dusk had bled into night. The office was dead silent, save for the faint hum of the central AC and the low tick-tock of the antique clock on the wall. Everything else had slowed—except my thoughts. They raced like they were being chased, like something inside me was about to implode.

I sat there, still as stone, behind my desk. The chair had lost its comfort hours ago. My phone lay next to my hand, the screen dim, blank, cold. Not a single call. Not a text. Nothing from Ezra.

Not even a missed call.

My nails drummed against the polished wood table. I had pulled my blazer off hours ago, tossed it to the side like I had done with my peace of mind. My heels had come off sometime after sunset, and now I sat barefooted beneath the heavy glass desk, staring at the black screen of my monitor. But really, I wasn’t looking at anything. I was just... there. Waiting. For something. For someone. For anything to make t