Willow stepped out of Zane's building and into the late afternoon light with a steadiness she did not question.
The city moved around her as it always did. Traffic flowed in uneven bursts. Pedestrians crossed streets with phones in hand, voices lifted briefly before dissolving into the noise. Somewhere nearby, a delivery truck idled while someone argued into a headset. Nothing paused for her, and she did not need it to.
She stood for a moment at the edge of the sidewalk, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder, letting the warmth of the sun settle against her skin. The building behind her reflected the street in tall sheets of glass, but she did not turn back to look. Whatever had happened inside was finished. Signed. Set in motion.
