Dave POV
I couldn’t sleep that night.
Not even a little.
I kept turning.
Left.
Right.
Back again.
The bed was too comfortable.
The room too quiet.
My mind… not quiet at all.
Every time I closed my eyes, it was the same thing.
Her face.
That picture.
That name under it.
Lydia.
I let out a breath and sat up.
Checked the time.
2:17 a.m.
Great.
I rubbed my face once and got out of bed.
If sleep wasn’t coming, I wasn’t going to sit there waiting for it like an amateur.
I picked up my laptop.
Opened it.
Work.
That usually works.
Emails.
Reports.
Numbers.
Things that make sense.
+15 BALS
113
I answered a few messages.
viewed à doufirent halfway.
Stopped reading it halfway too.
Because my head wasn’t there.
Which is… new.
Annoying.
I checked the time again.
Another voice jumped in.
“Also, regarding the supplier issue-”
Supplier.
+15 B509
213
For a second, my brain tried to connect it to something else.
Didn’t stick.
I leaned back slightly, letting them talk.
One of them asked a question.
“Sir, do you think we should proceed with the revised timeline?”
“Proceed,” I said.
“What about the risk factor?”
“Manage it.”
They paused.
Waiting for more.
There wasn’t more.
They resumed talking anyway.
I watched the screen.
Faces moving.

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