Hazel's POV
Morning light filtered through my bedroom curtains, rousing me from a fitful sleep. I blinked at the ceiling, the memories of last night's goodbye with Liam rushing back. My chest ached, but surprisingly, I felt... alive. The numbness had given way to pain—sharp and real.
I checked my phone. Two texts from Chloe assured me Leo was having a blast at his sleepover. At least my son was happy.
After a quick shower, I chose a simple navy dress and applied just enough makeup to hide the evidence of my tears. I couldn't change my circumstances, but I could face them with dignity.
The Sterling Group building loomed before me as I pulled into my parking spot. I took a deep breath. One day at a time. That's all I could manage.
"There she is!" Stella's cheerful voice greeted me as I stepped off the elevator. Her smile faltered slightly when she saw my face. "How are you holding up, sweetie?"
"I'm here. That's something," I attempted a smile.
