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I hired the flower delivery girl to stay in my office, not in my head, not in my son’s heart, and definitely not under my skin. I am not built for soft things. I run my company, protect my son, and keep my life under control because grief taught me what happens when I do not. Elena is the opposite of me. Sunshine, chaos, heart wide open. She misses deadlines, challenges me in my own office, and still slips past every wall I built. When her old wounds flare, I am the one who steadies her breathing, grounds her, and keeps her safe until the panic passes. At night, that same trust turns dangerous. One look from her and I forget every rule I wrote for myself. Somewhere between late nights, stolen kisses, and her drawings taped beside my son’s dinosaurs, I fall first. Hard. My son adores her. I crave her more than I should. But when my mother hands Elena an NDA that confirms every fear she has ever carried about not belonging in my world. She leaves. And I know, with terrifying certainty, that I might not be enough to make her come back.