B R U C E
I’ve read this same paragraph a hundred times, and I can’t remember a thing about it.
Ask me about Sophie’s n*****s, however, and I could recite a forty-page essay on them, but I can’t tell you what I’ve been staring at for the past hour.
My entire morning has gone like this. My paralegal reminded me I forgot a brief, and I’ve never done that before.
I’ve never been so absent-minded, and I know the exact cause.
I drop my pen on my desk and rub my eyes with the palm of my hand.
“Get a grip, Archer,” I whisper to myself, and then I hear the office door open. I look up in time to see Jacob entering my office, and I have to blink a few times to clear my vision.
Once he gets to my desk, I see someone following behind him, and I shoot up from my desk, wondering what’s happeni
