His computer beeped at him again, and he looked up just in time to see one of his new line reports ask him if he had a moment for a one-on-one catch up.
Of course, give me a ring, he typed tiredly, and put on his headset.
Henry was good at compartmentalizing, and so while he had deadlines to meet at work, he didn’t even give Evan or the house or the old man another thought. It was somewhat of a relief—he was good at his job and he liked doing it, even when it felt like sometimes all he did was put out ridiculous fires and meet people all day long. But as soon as the day ended and the last email was sent, it all came rushing back to him. The feeling that he’d been chained by the neck to a ship sinking in debt and decay, ready to drag him down with it.
He had gone running every night sinc
