★Nathan★
Four days. That was how long it had been since Timothy walked out of Cassandra’s apartment without another word. Four days since the sound of that door closing had echoed in my mind like a warning I couldn’t silence. Cassandra had been holding it together better than I had expected, though I knew it was only because she was forcing herself to. Every morning, she asked if I had heard from him. Every night, she tried to convince herself that maybe he just needed more time. But time was starting to feel heavier by the day. He also hadn’t been to the office either. Everyone thought he had the flu. But Cassandra and I both knew better. He was avoiding us. By Thursday evening, I couldn’t take the silence anymore. Cassandra was still at the office, finishing a late meeting. When I told
