I WISH IT HADN'T BEEN
Alex's pov
Today felt different.
I arrived forty minutes early.
Not because there was more work. The work was exactly what it always was on a Monday — the accumulated decisions of the weekend sorted and waiting, the week's agenda assembled, nothing that could not have waited until eight forty-seven. I arrived at eight o'clock and sat at my desk and looked at the empty executive floor through the glass wall, and I acknowledged, with the blunt honesty I had trained myself to apply to everything, that I had arrived early because staying at home had become impossible.
I had spent Saturday telling myself Friday meant nothing.
I had spent Sunday trying to understand why I couldn't believe that.
Neither effort had been successful.
The contact at the corner of my mou
