Elena's POV

By the time I left the boardroom, I was smiling again - the polite, practiced kind.

The kind that said I'm fine, even when I wasn't sure I knew what that meant anymore.

The glass doors of Cross & Grant shut behind me with a soft hiss, sealing in the world I used to live for.

Fresh logo, fresh air, fresh start - that's what everyone kept saying.

And for the most part, it was true.

Everything gleamed, from the silver handrails to the espresso machine that hummed in the corner of ...