Forced friendship.

Judith's POV,

Even though it had been a month since my conversation with Maxwell, I still couldn't fully digest what he'd said. Each day felt like an uphill battle as I dragged myself out of bed and faced the world - knowing that nothing was quite as it seemed. Work became all-consuming to distract my mind. any possibility of interacting with him was avoided at all costs. despite trying so hard to evade him, his presence lingered persistently in my life - almost haunting me every time our paths crossed. The tension between us continued to mount during these awkward exchanges which ultimately made things worse for me internally too. I deliberately avoided any contact with him as we went about our duties in the office and the few times we unavoidably met, I always had an excuse to keep our conversation short.

I had to admit, part of me still cared about Maxwell, even after everything that had happened. But I was also furious with him for shattering my sense of reality and forcing me