~Aaron~

The next few days at work were hectic. I’d been out of New York for two weeks, and while my manager had done a decent job keeping the company running, there were still matters that demanded my attention. Stacks of paperwork, endless calls, and back-to-back meetings left me no room to breathe.

That was one of the reasons I hadn’t reached out to Joan—no texts, no calls, nothing since that night. Not after she’d turned me into a wreck. I’d only just realized the ...