After my forced time off, I finally return to the office—a relief, honestly, since I was on the verge of going crazy spending so many hours locked up at home.

“I’ll come with you,” I say to Giselle as the elevator stops at her floor.

“That’s not necessary, you’re still recovering,” she replies gently.

“Oh, but it is necessary, sweetheart,” I insist, already stepping forward to follow her.

“Your doctor said not to push yourself. I’ll see you later,” she smiles and leans ...