Dami’s POV

The afternoon sun spilled lazily through the blinds as I signed the last document on my desk. My mind wasn’t here, not really.

I had been distracted since morning, unable to shake the dull ache in my chest or the exhaustion that came with pretending to be fine.

Rhea stood beside my chair, sorting files into neat piles, her sharp eyes flicking toward me every few minutes like she was measuring my mood.

“Are you leaving already?” she asked as I grabbed my bag. “It’s ...