Dagny had been relieved that Thad was handling dinner tonight, his message coming at just the right time. This afternoon had been... unsettling.
A memory had popped up on her phone earlier, a picture she hadn't even known was on her phone having bought a new one after moving to the UK last year. But it must have been saved to the cloud, a screenshot of a picture of her on website that people never actually admitted to visiting. Dagny liked her body, but more than that she liked being the one who chose who she shared it with. Her ex had taken that agency from her, sharing photos she'd taken just for him to try and bridge the distance as he travelled the world for work.
All because she'd refused to forgive him after an argument.
So it had been a year. Dagny hadn't realised, so happy in her life that the trauma of last March seemed even more distance. So much had changed. She'd moved continents. Changed jobs. Found the man she was sure she was going to marry one day. Nothing had made her feel more grateful for the life she had now than seeing that screenshot.
Dagny had excused herself from the office, saying that she'd work from home that afternoon. Instead, she'd drawn herself a bubble bath and indulged in some self care. By the time Thad came home, she was feeling herself again, sprawled out on their bed reading a book about some truly gruesome Australian murders from the 1980s.
"Hey, superstar." She emerged from the bedroom, her hair still a little damp from her earlier bath. Dagny's smile was beatific, so very glad that Thad was the man he was. "Good day at the office?" she joked, hoping that spirits in the team were rising after the weekend's defeat.