Because what just happened?
Yeah… I needed to unpack that.
The drive home was quiet.
Too quiet.
My hands were on the wheel, steady, but my mind?
All over the place.
Dave. 2
In my office.
Sitting across from me like nothing ever happened.
Like he didn’t wreck my life and walk away from it.
Like I wasn’t the one who had to rebuild from scratch.
Like I wasn’t the one who had to carry two children and a broken version of myself at the same time.
I let out a small laugh.
Sharp.
Dry.
“Mr Ashton,” I muttered to myself.
Of course.
Of course that’s how this would happen.
Not a warning.
Not a heads up.
Just… boom.
+15 BS
Boardroom.
Aesentation
Eye contact.
Like some twisted full circle moment.

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