Chapter 84 Are You Quite Alright?

• The door clicked shut behind Rosie with a sound too final, like punctuation on a sentence she didn’t get to finish. She stood there for a beat, too long, in the silence just outside Liam’s office. Her legs itched to move—fight or flight—but only one of those was an option in four-inch heels and emotional freefall.
• So she walked.
• Chin high, spine straight, every step down the pristine marble hallway was deliberate. The glass walls reflected back a version of her she wasn’t entirely convinced was real—poised, collected, cold. Inside, though? She was unraveling like a cheap sweater caught on a nail.