Austin returned home late that night, exhaustion heavy on his shoulders. As he stepped through the front door, he let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping with weariness.
As he unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, he noticed some blank papers lying on the center table in the living room. Odd, he thought, but dismissed it for the moment. His parched throat demanded immediate attention.
Walking into the kitchen, he opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of chilled water and drank from it. The cold liquid soothed his dry throat as he took long gulps, the tension in his body easing slightly with each swallow.
"That's more like it. I feel so much better." he said as he placed the empty bottle on the counter.
Austin turned to head towards his bedroom. However, his attention was drawn
