Danika’s P.O.V.

The sound of the door opening and a loud thud reverberated across the office walls. My head whipped toward the doorway to see who it was… only to find Eleanor standing there like a stone statue.

Her face was a blend of emotions—shock, disbelief, and of course, sadness wasn’t excluded. It was written all over her face. Great. Just great. What a way to start off my resumption, I thought sarcastically.

I couldn’t find words to say; they were stuck in my throat. How was I supposed to know Eleanor would arrive at that exact moment to see us in this messy position? That expression of sadness—I could...