YELENA

The moment we reached home and resumed work after our suspension, I didn’t waste a breath. I marched straight into the director’s office to sign the damn contract. I wanted it done. I didn’t want Tristan to have anything else to twist or say about me. He was my past. And that was where he would stay.

“What made you change your mind?” the director asked, lowering his glasses like he couldn’t see me clearly.

I didn’t answer. If I did, he’d start with his jokes and ...