All Chapters of The Bride Who Walked Away: Chapter 11

​The newsroom looked entirely different after two days away. The overhead televisions still hummed, reporters hurried between desks with half-finished coffees, and the sharp scent of printer ink lingered in the air. Yet Amelia felt like a ghost walking through someone else's life. ​Heads turned the moment she stepped out of the elevator. Some colleagues offered sympathetic smiles; others looked away, suddenly fascinated by their monitors. She preferred the ones who looked away. ​"Amelia." ​Her editor, Graham Foster, emerged from his corner office carrying a heavy stack of folders. He was in his late fifties, with a mop of silver hair and a habit of removing his reading glasses whenever a conversation actually mattered. He held his office door open and said, "Come inside." ​His office overlooked the city skyline, though today the blinds were drawn half-shut against the glare of the afternoon sun. ​"You've probably guessed why I asked you to come in," Graham began, setting the file