Simone’s hand trembled ever so slightly as she tried to keep the report steady. She needed to read it — she really did — but the words mushed together and refused to make sense.
Heart heavy, eyes heavier, and vision blurring, she heaved a sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"I need a breather," she declared in a weary tone of voice after a beat.
Katie looked up at her for a moment there, a perplexed frown settling over her face, “Are you okay, S?”
“Just need to stretch my legs and hit the restroom,” she lied, refusing to worry her colleague, refusing to be a burden.
“You sure?”
“Positive,” she pushed away from the desk and rose to her feet.
She took a first step and her knees nearly buckled under her. She kept going, however, sucking it up. Showing weakness wasn’t something she
