Author name: Hauda.A

Thursday morning, I woke to flowers outside my apartment door. Not roses. Sunflowers—my actual favorite, the ones Jeremy always forgot […]

Wednesday arrived with nervous energy I couldn’t shake. I changed outfits three times before settling on jeans, a soft sweater,

Monday morning, I arrived at Morrison Creative to find my desk covered in coffee cups. Not random coffee. Specific coffee.

Sunday morning, I woke to three texts from Jeremy. Address: Ember & Oak, River North. Reservations at 7. Dress code:

Session two began with Dr. Henning asking to see our homework. Jeremy went first, reading in a steady voice: “One:

Kimberly Fielding’s office, Tuesday morning. She looked tired. “I have news. None of it good.” I braced myself. “What now?”

Charlie was waiting in my apartment lobby. I froze when I saw him through the glass doors, sitting on the

Monday morning arrived with the inevitability of a funeral. I dressed carefully—power suit, hair in a severe bun, minimal makeup.

Saturday came too fast and not fast enough. I spent Friday night rehearsing what I’d say. How I’d keep it

Monday morning, I arrived at Morrison Creative to find chaos. “Conference room. Now,” Julie hissed as I walked past her