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CARRIE Wednesday mornings always had a certain weight to them, but this one was heavier; brighter with possibility, sharper with responsibility. It was the first day of a new quarter, and for a station like ours, a new quarter didn’t just mean flipping to a new page on the calendar. It meant recalibrating, reimagining, and sometimes rebuilding. My team understood that, and so did I.By 8:30 AM, the conference room was already buzzing. Laptops open, tablets flickering with charts, coffee cups steaming. I walked in with my laptop. The room quieted slightly; not out of fear, but out of respect. I’d worked hard to earn that, anyway.“Good morning,” I said, taking my seat at the head of the table.“Morning, Carrie,” they chorused.“We’ve got a lot to cover,” I began, opening my laptop. “New quarter, new numbers, new expectations. Before we dive into plans, we need to recap last quarter honestly. Wins, losses, near misses, and lessons. Let’s start there. Who wants to begin?”Tina, my senio

CARRIE Saturday mornings always felt softer to me like the world took a step back and allowed life to breathe at its own pace. Sunlight slipped gently through my kitchen blinds, painting gold stripes across the countertop as Sandy and I moved around each other with the easy rhythm of friends who didn’t need words to coordinate anything.Sandy was standing barefoot by the stove, flipping pancakes like she owned the place, humming something off-key on purpose just to make me laugh. It was just like our days back in Chicago before I married Shane. When we used to have sleepovers in each other's houses over the weekend. I was slicing fruit beside her, unable to stop smiling. It felt surreal to have her here; in my kitchen, in my space, in my life again after so long.“You know,” she said, glancing at me with a mischievous glint, “if you ever get tired of this marketing director thing, you could totally become my sous-chef. You’re really good at cutting fruit.”I rolled my eyes, laughing

SHANE My eyes opened with a start, I turned around and realized I was in Shelby’s bedroom. My eyes fell the curve of her shoulder, the swell of her breast, and the wild tangle of her hair on the pillow. I never planned to stay the night but I was so tired after everything last night. And I told myself I would only sleep for an hour and then get up to leave. But here I was now. The digital alarm on her nightstand read 4:17 AM. But it didn't really matter to me now, all that mattered was the heat of her legs pressed against my length.“Shelby,” I cooed, kissing her shoulder. “Come here.” Her eyes flew open, a wanton smile already spreading across her face. No hesitation. “Ride me, Shelby,” I whispered, the words rough with sleep. “I needed to have her again before leaving. She moved before I even finished the sentence, a warm, naked weight shifting in the bed. I felt her knee slide over my hip, her hands finding my shoulders for balance as she settled over me.We were still naked,

SHANE The moment the plane touched down in Copenhagen, something inside me tightened…not fear, not excitement, something heavier, something that sat low in my chest like a stone I’d carried for months. I exhaled slowly, looking out through the oval window at the soft evening lights lining the runway. The sky was dark, a deep navy smudged by faint orange from distant city lamps. It was already past eight.I was glad I could make it.I collected my jacket, slipped my phone into my pocket, and followed the slow-moving line out of the aircraft. The air in the terminal was warm and bright, filled with the hum of travelers and rolling suitcases and scattered chatter. But I barely heard any of it. I just walked, one step at a time, as if moving through water.Two nights before Leo’s birthday.Two nights before I would see my son again.Just that thought made my chest ache. I collected my luggage, hailed down a taxi to take me to the hotel. I checked into my hotel room on autopilot. The rec

ANDERS By the time the hotel shuttle cab pulled up in front of Carrie's house later that day, the sun had gone done, it was late afternoon. Carrie and I had agreed that I would come over to have a quiet time with Leo in the evening. I stepped out, tipped the driver, and went around to pull out the suitcase from the trunk, a big one, heavier than it looked. I’d packed everything carefully myself the night before I left Chicago: toys, clothes, shoes, books, a tiny pair of winter boots I couldn’t resist buying online.When I rang the doorbell, there was a faint, warm light spilling from the hallway, and I heard quick footsteps before the door swung open.Carrie stood there, hair slightly tousled from her day, wearing a soft sweater and simple jeans. She looked… calm. Tired, maybe. But calm.Her eyes dropped immediately to the suitcase, brows lifting. “These are things I got for Leo,” I explained quickly, suddenly aware of how ridiculous the suitcase must look. “I, uh… might have gone