~Maeve~
The tall frame of Dylan approaching me, has the time around me standstill. He’s looking somewhat bewildered by my presence outside his office like I had been the last person he had expected there. Well, makes sense given that despite how we bond during our meetings, the two of us are not the kind to keep in contact until we run into each other again. That leads me to my next question. Will any of that change today?
However, it doesn’t take me long to realize that something is off about him. His shoulders are tight and his jaw is clenched enough to get a muscle there, twitch and pop. When he saunters over to me, there is no smile that alters his features like it usually does and I begin to reconsider my timing. But then he says, “Hey, Maeve. What’s up?” and all the apprehensio
