JOCELYN’s POVI was staring at the screen again, pretending to type, but my mind still refused to stay on the task. Every time my fingers moved, it was like a slow, repetition that had nothing to do with the work, and every time I glanced at my phone, half-expecting some follow-up message or another reminder of what I had seen yesterday, the anxiety flared again, coiling in my stomach, knotting in my chest.I could feel it even as I tried to bury it under concentration, telling myself to be calm, telling myself to breathe, but it wasn’t working. I wasn’t myself. I could feel it in my posture, in the subtle tapping of my foot against the floor, in the way my jaw kept clenching without me noticing.“You look off today.”I didn’t even hear Harvey approach me at first, and when I did, my head jerked up, irritation flashing immediately. My eyes met his, and I forced a tight-lipped smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Off? I’m fine,” I said.“No,” he said, leaning slightly against my desk. “Yo
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