I marched up to the packhouse, taking the stairs that led to our office with a huge smile on my face. I was happy—genuinely happy—probably the first since Toby had left me.
Thinking of Toby, I wonder how he was doing—if he was dying of guilt. No, I shook my head, refusing to think of the man that had utterly ruined me.
Today was a good day, and I was going to make sure it remained like that. I headed for the door of my office, my hands closing in on the doorknob and ready to turn it, but on a second thought, I stalled back and walked further down the hall.
I stood in front of another brown door, and I knocked. I waited for a few seconds before I entered inside, and I was greeted by my sight of my siblings, trying to move things about in their office.
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