The weeks and months that followed passed in a strange, muted blur.
Time moved forward — relentlessly, steadily — but for Lana, it felt as though she were walking through it half-present, half-lost somewhere behind.
At first, the heartbreak was sharp.
Fresh.
Every quiet moment dragged her back to it — to him, to that night, to the things left unsaid and the things said too late.
But slowly… something shifted.
Not healing.
Not yet.
But survival.
She buried herself in work.
Completely.
From morning to evening, she immersed herself in reports, meetings, strategy sessions, learning the language of a world that had once felt foreign to her. Numbers, projections, negotiations — they demanded focus, demanded precision, demanded her mind to stay present.
And that helped.
Because think
