Meryl's POV
I was halfway down the corridor, struggling to catch my breath while my trembling hands failed to stop the endless stream of tears cascading down my cheeks, when someone called my name. The unexpected voice made me freeze, not from recognition, but from pure shock that anyone had even noticed my existence in that moment.
Turning slowly, reluctantly, I found myself facing a stranger. Stormridge eyes studied me with unexpected intensity, his strong jawline and expensive suit screaming wealth and authority. I blinked twice, certain he couldn't possibly be addressing me.
He moved closer with measured steps, his voice steady but laced with genuine concern. "Are you alright?"
Without thinking, I shook my head, biting down hard on my lower lip to prevent another wave of sobs from escaping.
His expression softened. "I didn't think so. Don't pretend otherwise."
"I'm perfectly fine," I whispered, my voice hoarse and broken. "Just needed some fresh air."
