Chapter 172: The Name That Still Hurts

It was already lunch break.

The digital clock on her desk blinked 12:14, and Katherine sat in front of her untouched bento box, the lid opened but the contents left perfectly intact. The rice was still warm in the center, the side dishes neatly arranged, but she hadn’t so much as picked up her chopsticks. Her appetite was nowhere to be found, buried under the thoughts swirling in her head.