AVA’S POV Fainting in Jason’s arms had been my wake-up call. I couldn’t keep pretending I was invincible, not when my own body was clearly betraying me. Sitting behind my desk now, staring at the half-finished report glowing on my screen, I knew this was it. Today would be my last day here. Tomorrow, I was leaving — not for a deal, not for a project, but for myself. For rest. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, moving in sluggish bursts, each click sounding louder than it should. The words blurred, my thoughts scattered. It was as though my body no longer belonged to me, as if it were a stranger I was dragging along against its will. The doctor’s warning still echoed, sharp and unrelenting, like it had carved itself into my bones. If you keep pushing like this, Ava, your body will give up. That single sentence haunted me every time I tried to convince myself I was fine. I wasn’t fine. I had fainted more than twice in the span of weeks. My body had been screaming at me to stop, a
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