The documents in front of Matthew blurred long before he realized he had stopped reading them.
Columns of numbers stretched across the page, neat and precise, but they refused to settle into meaning. His pen hovered above the paper, unmoving, the tip resting just close enough to leave a faint mark without intention.
Across the room, the clock ticked.
Matthew leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly as he dragged a hand down his face—the conversation from earlier resurfaced, unwelcome and persistent.
She’s in the bathroom. The man’s voice had carried no hesitation.
Matthew’s jaw tightened as he sat up again, his fingers tapping once against the desk before stilling.
“This doesn’t add up,” he muttered under his breath.
He reached for the file again, flipping a page as though determin
