I walk into Will’s office and I find him hunched over a large stack of papers. “Hey, Baby. Is everything okay?” He looks tired and stressed.
“Not really. There are some things that have to be fixed and I am struggling to set up these meetings with the contractors. It is almost like they are ignoring everything to do with the pack house and its operations.” He looks up from his papers and I see the concern written on his face. “Is there something you need?”
I bite my lip. “Uhm… No, but I did want to tell you how my therapy session went. I see you’re busy, though, so I won’t bother you.” I start to turn to leave.
“No, Baby girl, you can tell me. I actually need a distraction from all of this. Some of this is just too much for me to handle.” He throws a stack of papers onto his desk and
