I sat in Leora's office, the morning sun filtering through the tall, arched windows, casting long shadows across the ancient oak desk. Papers were scattered everywhere, a chaotic mess that perfectly matched the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind.
I tried to focus, to drown myself in the monotony of paperwork, but my hands were shaky, and my mind kept drifting back to the previous day to Ciara.
My fingers absently traced the edge of a parchment as I struggled to concentrate. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of old books and ink.
I could hear the faint rustling of leaves outside, a soft whispering that seemed to taunt me, reminding me of the tension simmering beneath my skin. Leora sat across from me, her eyes flicking over documents with sharp precision. She was calm, too calm, and it only made me more restless.
