#Chapter 175: Forgetting

Agnes I arrived at the office earlier than usual the next morning, my mind already racing with the plans I’d formulated during my restless night. Sleep had been impossible—every time I closed my eyes, I saw those tiny bones illuminated by flashlights. So instead, I’d channeled my grief and anxiety into something productive. Something that might help others. Maria was already there, sorting through fabric swatches for the summer line. She looked up in surprise when I burst through the door, still buttoning my blazer. “Agnes! I wasn’t expecting you today,” she said, her eyes widening as she took in my appearance. I hadn’t bothered with makeup, and my hair was pulled back in a hasty ponytail. Not exactly my usual polished self. “I need to talk to you about the summer line,” I said, dropping my bag on my desk and pulling out my sketchbook. “I want you to take over production.” Maria blinked. “Me? But that’s your project—” “You can handle it.” I flipped o