Jessica POV
I was glad that day was over.
The files consumed me as I reviewed every detail of what was expected and what the predecessors had done. There was even a section on suggestions on what I could achieve if I took the job.
Each time I heard the babies wake up, I would come out and help, not that they needed it, but it made me feel better, and the break from the office was needed; it felt like it was crowding me.
Little before four o'clock, Douglas arrived, looking less than his usual, sparkling self. Something bad had happened, and his face, although masking it well, was full of worry, doubts, and something I couldn't put my finger on.
"Want to talk?" I asked, as I got closer to him, and pecked him on the lips. Searching his face for answers, which I didn't find.
"Need to gr
