Reeling from the jumbled up mess that were his thoughts, Deacon made his way back towards his office, knowing it was the only location that he would be able to escape everything and focus on something else. Or at least he thought. As he made his way up the elevator that he had rode everyday for the last decade, he began to feel a pit drop within his stomach as made it to the top floor while seeing his son run up to him. Even when they were not on speaking terms, Gwen would never leave her son unattended-not in a place like this, with people she hardly knew. It was enough to make Deacon understand that there had been something within this building that placed her in a position to seemingly disregard their son.
“Gwen is in your office.” His assistant spoke as he nodded to her and gave his
