The Last Cup

She stared at the cold coffee, the third one today. The office lights hummed above, indifferent to her exhaustion.

Somewhere between the second meeting and the unread emails, she had forgotten why she was trying so hard.

Her phone buzzed. A text from her sister: "You don't have to be perfect. Just be here."

She closed the laptop. For the first time in weeks, she let herself breathe.