I leaned back in my chair, the soft leather creaking under my weight, staring blankly at the file open before me. It was late afternoon, but the sun filtering through the blinds did little to warm the knot of confusion tightening in my chest. I had always been in control..of my decisions, my life, and certainly of her. But last night, she shattered that control with a quiet conviction that still echoed in my mind.
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