( this chapter is told from Ethan's pov)
A month had passed since the warehouse.
Thirty-one days.
People said time healed things. Whoever came up with that had never watched their entire understanding of reality come apart in a single night.
I went to work every morning. Smiled when I had to. Answered emails, sat in meetings, gave people the version of me that functioned normally. Maybe I was better at performing than I had ever given myself credit for. Maybe people simply saw what they expected to see and asked no further questions.
Either way, nobody pushed.
That was probably for the best.
