WESLEY
The office in China had become my hiding place. I arrived before the sun rose most mornings and left long after the city lights came on. The work kept me busy. Reports, meetings, strategy sessions — they filled my days so completely that I sometimes forgot to eat until my stomach growled loudly enough to remind me. My team worked hard around me, and I pushed them with the same energy I pushed myself. The bosses noticed and they gave me bigger projects and more responsibility. Their praise should have felt good, but it landed on me like empty words. I was not building a career here. I was running away from everything I had left behind in America.
At night, when the apartment grew quiet, the ache in my heart came back. I tried to ignore it but the silence always won. Memories of Nat
