Julia
Present day
This was the third day I'd spent at the dining room table immersed in all things Wade Pharmaceutical. I'd awakened early and eased my way out of bed, making my way to the table before the sun rose. It was the first time I could recall waking before Van.
With my hair piled on top of my head in a messy bun, I was certain there was at least one or two pens buried in the mess—it could be more. The button-down shirt I wore as a dress had the long sleeves rolled up. The shirt was on its second day—first for me. Van wore it yesterday, and in the darkness of the bedroom, I couldn't resist gathering it from the floor while he slept. Every now and then, simply seeing it and catching the aroma of Van eased my mind.
Now, it was almost noon and despite the copious notes, I felt
