Hall’s POV.
After escorting Warren back to the clinic, I remained by the doorway for five minutes instead of leaving right away.
Warren sat in his swivel chair, one elbow resting on the desk while his fingers pressed against his temple. His eyes were fixed on nothing in particular, as if being debating something in his mind.
“You’ll only torture yourself if you keep dwelling on it.”
He breathed out a burdensome sigh. “Do you really feel nothing after what we’ve done, Hall?” he asked.
I folded my arms over my chest. “I stopped questioning my decisions the moment I made them.”
The rhythmic ticking of the clock seemed to echo through the room. I adjusted the sleeve of my coat and pushed myself away from the doorway.
“I’ll be heading off.”
He didn’t say another word, even as I stepped
