Her POV
More days pass.
We're both getting restless.
Alice knows why I dress up every day, but she doesn't say anything about it.
When I pass you in the lobby, it still takes everything I have in me not to look at you.
This morning was rough, she cried when I left and it broke my heart.
I hate it when she cries. Those days are the worst for me.
That's why I'm late today.
When I finally make it to my office, Alice is waiting.
She's looking at me expectantly, but I stay quiet.
I shrug and drop my bag.