Fiona
Two days turned into four days, and now he’s back.
I watch him through the window as Ethan talks on the phone with someone. When I came into the office an hour ago, he was sitting behind his desk. I thought he would call me or at least let me know he was back, but I was incredibly surprised when I walked in to find him there.
He didn’t even look up when I walked to my desk, and I know he heard me.
The blatant disregard of my presence hurt, and the longer I sit here, watching him, the more I realize he’s not going to acknowledge me. Something bad must’ve happened while he was at home, and I want to ask, to see if there’s anything I can do to help, but I keep my place.
A sliver of doubt creeps in. How could I help him?
Ethan hasn’t come to me, which would hint that he doesn’
