Desmond's POV
I was back to routine again—spending at least, six hours of the day in my office. There was always something to do, someone who needed my attention, documents to sign, complaints to listen to. These had been my life for the past five years. I was totally fine with it. In fact, I enjoyed it. I find fulfillment in the fact that I actively work to make the life of the people around me better. I find contentment when I settle the complaints of others and put smiles on their faces. The routine had become my life, something I always look forward to and didn't intend to change.
However, things were different this morning. I was reading a few complaints from one district of my pack, and the words kept blurring together. I'd read a particular line more than five times and I still di
