#Chapter 126 Renee

Days passed, and while I'd settled into something a little more normal, Neil and I still hadn't really talked. We hadn’t spoken about anything personal since then. Not a single mention of what I’d said, or what I saw, or the aching tension that hovered between us like a third body. The team had seemed satisfied that we weren't fighting and gossiping about all the different ways to interpret what I'd said. They had agreed that I was dating Neil and seemed happy for it. Tonight, the office was almost completely dark except for the light of our floor and the dull glow of city traffic through the windows. The low hum of a printer, the occasional ding of someone’s phone from a forgotten desk, and the quiet rustle of papers were the only sounds left. I’d lost track of how long we’d been at it. Neil and I, side by side, were reviewing every column, every formula, every red-flagged line in the shared dataset. And yet, here he was, shoulders tense, jaw tight, eyes red from staring at too