Celeste dropped by her company that Saturday, even though most of the building slept under weekend silence.
The corridors were half-lit, and the elevators showed only her reflection back at her as she rode up. She had promised herself it would be quick. Two hours at most, just enough time to clear her desk and finish the reports she had reminded Dominic about.
That way she could leave without guilt, slip into the day with no shadow hanging over her, and meet Amara for shopping by noon.
Her red bottom heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she walked into her office. The room smelled faintly of lemon oil and paper, like it always did when it had been empty too long.
She slid out of her coat, draped it neatly across the back of her chair, and lowered herself to her desk with a small exhale. The stillness wrapped around her, comforting her in its own way. She liked the quiet of her office when no one else was around. It gave her clarity.
