Tangled Truths

Stella

The door to my office clicks shut, its noise echoing in the room, serving as a final punctuation to Vance’s exit.

I watch him go, and the residue of our past, thick with pain and longing, clings to me, making it hard to breathe.

A sigh escapes me as I lean back into my chair, the cool leather pressing against my back, providing a temporary relief.

The whiff of the past and our complicated