The day dragged painfully slowly.
No matter how many files I opened or emails I answered, my thoughts refused to settle properly.
I signed one document without even reading the last paragraph and had to pull it back immediately with irritation tightening in my chest.
Focus.
I pressed two fingers briefly against my temple before forcing my attention back to the screen in front of me.
Normally work helped.
Normally it buried everything else quietly beneath schedules and deadlines until there was no room left to think.
But not today.
Today my thoughts kept spiraling anyway.
Dominic buying a penthouse in London kept circling in my head.
I looked up at the clock mounted on the wall.
1:47 p.m.
Right.
Leo’s school.
The principal had called earlier this morning about the opening cere
