Monday arrived far too quickly.
Lana barely remembered how the weekend ended.
After Martin left that night, the house had fallen into a silence so heavy it almost felt physical. She had not cried again after the first storm of tears. It was as if her body had simply run out of them.
Now there was only a hollow ache where something bright and hopeful had once lived.
When the alarm rang Monday morning, she stared at the ceiling for a long time before moving.
There was no dramatic breakdown.
No renewed sobbing.
Just a quiet emptiness.
By the time she reached Specter Industries, the city was already alive with its usual Monday rhythm. People rushed through the glass entrance with coffee cups and busy conversations, the world continuing exactly as it always had.
Lana stepped inside lik
