CHAPTER THREEEDI COLLAPSED ON THE couch, dropping his laptop bag to the floor. Dark strands had escaped his leather band, forming a messy frame around his face. His sunken eyes and dark circles under them worried me the most. Too exhausted to move, he slid his hand to my thigh. I caught it and squeezed, taken aback by how disheveled he looked.
"Long day?"
"Worst day ever," he muttered, resting his head on my shoulder. I turned and kissed the top of his head. It was only Tuesday. How the hell was he going to survive this week if he already looked like he was going to collapse?
I held him close, doing my best not to throw a flood of questions at him. It seemed like he grew more stressed every day. His work days kept getting longer and he’d gotten more careless about proper food and rest.
