David
I had been sitting in my office for the last fifteen minutes, doing absolutely nothing productive. My laptop remained open in front of me, a string of unread emails lining the screen, reports waiting to be reviewed, decisions waiting to be made. Normally, I thrived in this space, order, control, efficiency. Today, however, none of it seemed to matter. My attention had been fixed on the blank wall beside the door for far too long, as if it held answers I couldn’t quite reach, answers I wasn’t even sure I wanted to confront.
It had been two weeks.
Two weeks since that strange, unfinished moment.
I wouldn’t call it an incident, nothing dramatic had occurred. There had been no confrontation, no raised voices, no confessions. Just a fleeting interaction between Anna, Isabella, and me.
