By Friday morning I had it filed.
That was the word I used internally filed. As in: placed in the correct folder, labeled accurately, no longer requiring active attention. Two people working late on a document. Proximity. A moment of stillness that was really just a pause. Nothing had happened. Nothing was going to happen from the fact that nothing happened.
Filed.
I made coffee. Opened my laptop. Worked through the morning efficiently.
At some point around eleven, in the middle of the Henderson sign-off email I noticed I was sitting with my back straighter than usual. The posture of someone braced. I adjusted it deliberately. Sat normally. Went back to the email.
Filed, I reminded myself.
The email took me forty minutes to finish. Normally it would have taken fifteen.
He texted Sat
