Agnes
My heart lurched painfully in my chest. Thea’s violin recital. How could I have forgotten something so important?
Elijah’s eyes swept over my chaotic office, taking in the scattered sketches, fabric samples, and prototypes. Then his gaze returned to me, and I saw the concern etched into the lines around his mouth as he noted my disheveled state.
I knew what he was seeing—the dark circles under my eyes, the hollowness in my cheeks, the way my clothes hung looser than they had just a few weeks ago.
Shit. I really had been neglecting everything, including myself. But more importantly, I’d been neglecting Thea.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, already shoving papers into folders and gathering my things. “I completely lost track of the days. What time is the recital?”
“Six o’
