No one.
And I plan to keep it that way.
So I deleted the message.
Locked my phone.
And exhaled slowly.
“This changes nothing,” I said quietly.
And I meant it.
It has to mean nothing.
Because I didn’t build this life just for it to be disrupted by… him.
Not again.
+15 BOLS
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I stepped out of the tea room.
Walked back to my office.
Sat down.
Opened my laptop.
Stared at the screen.
Didn’t read a single word.
Because my mind was still in that room.
That one second.
That look on his face.
That tone.
“You look well.”
I closed my laptop.
No.
We’re not doing this.
I picked up my phone instead.
Scrolled.
Found Marcus.
Called.
He picked up on the second ring.
“Hey,” he said. Calm. Easy.
Always easy.
“Hey,” I replied.
A small pause.
“You okay?” he asked.
I leaned back in my chair.
“Yeah,” I said. Then corrected, “No.”
He didn’t rush me.
Just waited.
“I need to cancel tonight,” I said.
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