Finally dragging myself back to work after a weeklong hiatus, the vibe in the office is off. I get the obligatory hello but no one asks where I've been or what I've been doing. Nobody inquires how I am after leaving my husband. They're oddly cold and distant, even Cam. Dax is nowhere to be found. I find strange, too. He rarely lets Cam out of arm's reach, much less his sight.
With a week of work sitting on my desk, I don't dwell on the environment around me once I settle in and turn on my computer. I don't stop for lunch and work long past everyone else's quitting time. It's not lost on me no one says goodbye. I get up to check the doors around the office to make sure they're all locked before going back to the grind.
I continue well into the late hours of the night. With nothing at home
