Nathan
The hum of the air conditioning system in Kyle’s office was low and steady, a near-constant drone that almost matched the sound of my thoughts, or at least, that was how it sounded to me right now.
I sat there staring at every other thing in the room except Kyle, wondering where to start from, because I needed to talk to him.
It wasn’t supposed to be a long visit. I had finished up a brief meeting with a law firm just a few blocks away and figured I had drop by, say hello, maybe steal a coffee or a five-minute break from the relentless mental replay that had been looping in my head since Friday night.
But of course, that wasn’t how things went.
Kyle was already leaning back in his chair by the time I walked in, legs crossed at the ankle, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolle
