C47 Lost

SYDNEY

I slammed my office door behind me harder than I meant to, but I didn’t care if the whole floor heard it. My hands were trembling, my chest heaving like I had just run a marathon. The echo of his voice was still in my ears — cold, clipped, merciless.

Don’t care about me. Don’t waste yourself on something you can’t fix.

The words sliced me deeper than I wanted to admit