Fiona’s POV
Over the next few days, I can hardly sleep. The image of Micah's retreating figure haunts my dreams. Every time I try to raise my hand to stop him, he vanishes in smoke, and I wake up in a cold sweat.
I'm exhausted, and I can't fathom why I have this constant urge to reach out to him. It's like a sixth sense compelling me to ask if he's okay, which seems quite silly.
How foolish of me to think this way about a man who has brought me nothing but pain recently.
Work has been my lifeline, the one thing keeping me going. My days are consumed by crafting a promotion plan for the new line I'm launching for Silver Moon Scents. Sometimes, it helps me forget all the other unpleasant aspects of my life.
Now, I sit in my office, reviewing marketing plans for the line as Antonia sits
