David
I was very, very busy. Yes, I was. Completely occupied with staring down at piles of paperwork as I tried to make sense of everything.
When the door was pushed open, I looked up sharply, expecting Kaye. Expecting her to tell me off again, to beg me for the baby that I—if I were completely honest with myself—wished desperately to give to her.
But it wasn’t Kaye with desperate pleas on her lips. It was Brent, and he looked more out of sorts than I could ever remember seeing him before.
Brent wasn’t the sort of guy who took anything very seriously. He sort of floated through life, seemingly untouched by most things. So to see him on edge as he so obviously was—it instantly made me nervous.
“What is it?” I asked, and gestured for him to come in. He flopped down in the chair opposite
