June

Tobias’s arms loosen, his warmth fading as he pulls back, his voice gentle.

"June. I’m sorry for your loss," he says, his expression soft with something I can’t name. "Your team members asked me to send their condolences. They wanted to be here, but… you know. Work."

I force a weak smile, though it feels like my lips are made of stone. "It’s fine. Thank you for even coming all the way here—for me."

He nods, his hand brushing my shoulder briefly before stepping aside.

I turn ...