BELLA I stood outside the office building for a long minute, staring at the glass doors like they were a gateway to another world.Two weeks had passed since I sent that final text to Alex. Two weeks of silence between us.Two weeks of me hiding in my new apartment, crying, researching prenatal vitamins, and trying to convince myself I could do this alone.Today was the day I had to go back.I couldn’t hide forever. Dad had been patient, but the Thompson project follow-up meetings were starting, and he needed me there. I had run out of excuses.I took a deep breath, smoothed down my loose blouse (carefully chosen to hide any early changes), and walked inside.The elevator ride up to the fifteenth floor felt endless. My heart pounded harder with every floor number that lit up. When the doors opened, the familiar buzz of the office hit me phones ringing, keyboards clicking, colleagues chatting. It all felt the same, yet completely different.I kept my head down as I walked to my desk
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