JASMINE'S POV
After getting dressed, I didn't go anywhere.
I stayed in my room, curled up in the corner of the window seat, legs tucked beneath me, wrapped in one of the old throw blankets I hadn't used in months.
It smelled faintly of lavender and dust, an oddly comforting scent. In my hands was one of the half-finished novels I'd abandoned back when my biggest problem had been juggling investor meetings, billion-dollar contracts, and the endless tightrope of boardroom politics.
Funny how simple that all seemed now.
It was supposed to be a distraction. Something to pull me away from everything spiralling in my head.
Spoiler: it wasn't.
The words on the page blurred into meaningless lines, and my eyes skimmed entire paragraphs without actually registering a single sentence.
Still, I didn't move. \
I didn't flip the page, didn't go back to reread, didn't try to force myself to focus.
