Jack
The moment I walked into my office, I felt the weight of the entire day press on my shoulders like a mountain. My head was still spinning with everything that had happened. I wanted peace, but peace seemed to run from me these days.
The door closed behind me with a faint click, and I just stood there for a moment, staring at the wide room that had always given me comfort. My office was one of the few places where I could truly breathe. The scent of old wood, leather, and faint whiskey always had a calming feel, but not today. Today, even the air felt heavy.
I ran my hand across the edge of my desk, the polished surface cold beneath my skin. The pile of paperwork stared back at me, waiting for my attention. But my mind wasn’t in it. It was somewhere else entirely lying on a fur bed
