Chloe wakes with a hollow weight in her chest.

It isn’t exhaustion. It isn’t fear.

It’s that uneasy, whisper-soft intuition that something in her world is… off.

Yesterday’s meeting with HR won’t leave her alone. The way they asked the same questions three different ways. The way they kept glancing at one another as if trying to figure out what she wasn’t saying. The way it all seemed less like a fact-finding conversation and more like they were checking whether she was about to ...