Lygia POV
I didn’t sleep.
Not properly.
I closed my eyes, yes. Turned from one side to another. Adjusted my pillow like that would fix anything.
But sleep?
No.
Marcus. 1
Lara’s office.
That message.
It kept replaying.
Over and over again.
By morning, I was done thinking.
I sat up in bed and just… decided. 1
No confusion.
Not this time.
I stared at it for a second.
Then typed.
We need to talk. 8am. Downtown café.
No emojis.1
No softness.
Just that.
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