JUST PAST THREE in the afternoon, Will sat back from his design table and rubbed his eyes. He’d been at this since Kinland had dropped his bombshells that morning.
Well, not quite. He’d spent an hour on the couch, feeling sorry for himself again. A video call from Dr. Jin with an update on Adi had pulled him from that mope. Nothing new. Still stable. No change. A non-update, really.
But the call had snapped him out of his funk. Staring at Adi on the screen, he wondered what she’d tell him. Aside from, Why on earth, William, did you sign that document?
Why on earth, William, did you sign that document?But then she’d tell him to quit moping over his problems. Do something about them, she’d say. They won’t solve themselves.
Do something about themThey won’t solve themselvesSo he’d solved
