Work was actually a welcomed reprieve from the emotional rollercoaster I was riding for the last few days. I couldn't remember the last time I had such a productive day. It was like my brain was so desperate to avoid what was happening that it was latching onto every other task I offered it.
I even cleaned the coffee machine after lunch. But there was only so much to be done in one day at the office, even with work from my sick day yesterday to catch up on. By 3 o'clock, I was struggling to find anything to do.
A dull knock drew my attention to the doorway of my cubicle, where I found Raine looking around my workspace with a sour look on their face.
“I need to talk to you," they said quietly.
“Okay," I replied slowly. The fact that they hadn't sent Ruben to find me showed that they
