His Loss, Her Lasting Love

fore a storm. I stared at the blueprints on the table, but the lines blurred

we designed together, just like the buildings we dr

ing, Ava. I'm

kles turning white. I needed to get away from him,

y against the polished floor. Every

Mr. Davenport, the

I need to requ

ing the shaking inside. I needed to move to our Chica

d on the end of his nose. He looked from me

our lead team on the Sterling Tower

confusion and professional concern. "Is there a

t a professional request. This

rling Tower project. I want to transfer to

ore, the conference

ailored suit, a confident smile on his face. He didn't

t Mr. Davenport, his sm

Ava, what i

was trying to control the narrative, to make this

g the Sterling project. We've been

hair. It was a gesture he' d made a thousand times,

away from

aw them all as extensions of his own. The idea that I would choose to leave, to build a life entirely separate from him, was not just insulting to him

sensing the thick tension. "Mark

es locked on me. He wasn't l

k about it later. Don't make

. He still thought I was his to command, his to manage. He had no idea that the Ava who would have