Christopher Scolds Barbara

The morning passed in a peaceful hum, the diamond on my finger catching the light every now and then, reminding me of the promise it held; my redemption with my Tycoon.

Monday had come roaring in, leaving me buried in a flurry of tasks at work. Between handling emails, tackling reports, and preparing for the afternoon meeting, I barely had a moment to breathe, let alone find time to see Christopher.

A quick text exchange was all we managed—a few shared words and a warmth that lingered even amid the chaos. He asked if I was doing alright, and my fingers lingered over the screen as I typed back that I was, grateful for his small check-in.

Somehow, that brief connection settled my nerves for the day.

After work, I finally reclaimed my car, which had been waiting in the company lot since last Wednesday.

It felt strange getting behind the wheel again, almost like picking up a piece of myself that had been left on hold.

As soon as I arrived home, I was met by my mother at the front door.