Elena's pov

Friday morning, two days after the airport and I was still functioning.

The world hadn’t stopped.

I was going through the motions, answering emails, attending meetings, signing off on budgets. Life… kept moving.

"Ms. Sterling, the quarterly reports are ready for your review."

I looked up from my computer screen, blinking at Patricia standing in my doorway.

"Thanks," I said. "Just leave them on my desk."

She set the folder down and left quietly.

I stared at the documents ...