C12 One Touch

— SKYLAR —

Monday morning ran on caffeine and stubborness .

No tears. No collapse. Just eleven minutes early, spine straight, emails answered with practiced speed.

She was fine.

Staff.

Her jaw clenched. Next file.

She’d decided on the drive home from the gala: lock it away, tape the box, bury it deep. She’d been burying things since she was thirteen, when her mother woke her at 2 a.m