It was the kind of sight that made your heart skip.
Sometimes, Helen would wake in the middle of the night and catch a slice of blue glow leaking from the gap in Bonnie’s bed curtains, spilling shadows across the walls.
Bonnie was probably trying, over and over, to pull herself out of that relationship. Anyone could see it was miserable and breaking her apart.
Helen was honestly worried history would just repeat itself.
Her words of comfort were warmer than the soy milk Bonnie was holding. Bonnie looked back at her with clear, steady eyes. “I won’t. He’s married now, with a kid. And anyway…”
Bonnie slid her keycard at the gate, eyes cast down. “I don’t love him anymore.”
Work started at nine, so Bonnie finished breakfast at exactly 8:55.
More and more coworkers arrived, their chatter and the hum of clocking in filled the space. Bonnie slipped into her quiet mode, opened up her SketchUp, and her hands flew—keyboard, mouse, all muscle memory by now.
Buildings spun to life on her screen, models sharp and elegant. When she spun them around, the images flickered so fast you’d miss the delicate details if you blinked.
Her team lead paused by her desk. “Bonnie, put the Meadows School model on pause. I need you in on a different project. Blackwood Mountain Resort, Phase Two, is kicking off. They’re putting us on the construction docs again. The client’s coming for an afternoon meeting. Go dig up the Phase One files and get yourself familiar.”
Bonnie’s hand stalled on her mouse. The team lead didn’t wait for her to answer, just breezed back to his office.
The whole Blackwood Mountain development belonged to the Lane family. The first phase had Cabinda’s biggest, most impressive mountain racetrack—the one where she and Lawrence raced each other for the first time.
She knew the area like the back of her hand. Beautiful scenic spots, polished facilities. Lawrence had taken her there, had made those places into a scrapbook of memories.
Bonnie was too familiar with it all.
She saved her file and went digging for the last version of Phase One’s submissions and blueprints. She spent the morning trying to focus, but her mind kept wandering.
As soon as the afternoon break ended, she was called for a meeting.
The conference room was downstairs. Bonnie followed her team lead down the stairs. Just as they stepped out, an elevator opened across the hall.

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