-Sean-
The ceiling of my office stared back at me, a blank slate that mirrored my thoughts—vacant, chaotic, and desperately seeking focus. I scrolled through the latest health reports for my players, but the numbers and assessments swayed like shadows in my mind. I glanced at the clock. Jamie was late. Not that I minded the delay; every second stretched like taffy, reminding me that I was not just waiting for Jamie, but also for clarity, for a shift in this haze I was suffocating in.
My thoughts flickered back to Aria, bright and vivid like a watercolor painting splashed with sunlight. Moments spent with her, laughing over cups of too-strong coffee, stealing away to quiet corners where the world faded into a beautiful blur, those were the times I felt alive. But now? Now, I was haunted b
