I sat at my desk, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, their hum cutting through the silence of my small office. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. It was familiar, comforting even, in its predictability. The piles of papers stacked around me, some organized, some strewn about in a hurried mess, were a constant reminder of the work I still had to get through. Deadlines never really seemed to get easier to handle, no matter how many times I faced them.
But today, I wasn’t focused on work. Instead, my attention had wandered to the tabloid sitting beside my half-empty coffee cup. I had no real interest in the newspaper, but there was something about today that made me reach for it. Maybe it was the need for a distraction, maybe it was the idle habit of scanning the headlines while my br
