Unspoken Yearning

Hazel

Ronan’s arms loosen, his warmth fading as he pulls back, his voice gentle.

"Hazel. I’m sorry for your loss," he says, his expression soft with something I can’t name. "Your team members asked me to send their condolences. They wanted to be here, but… you know. Work."

I force a weak smile, though it feels like my lips are made of stone. "It’s fine. Thank you for even coming all the way here—f