Zayde's Point of View
After our conversation, Jason and Jack both leave my office and I try to get some work done. It takes a bit of force to make myself focus, but I manage to get through a few emails and pack documentation.
After about two hours, I lean back in my chair, running a hand through my hair. My eyes glance at the clock.
I missed lunch, not that I'm all that hungry. I think to myself. Not in the mood to continue working, I quickly open a mind link to my father.
'Dad, are you and mom at home?'
It takes a few seconds before my father answers.
'Yeah, why?'
He asks, his voice sounding a bit clipped and breathless and I cringe slightly, knowing exactly what is going on.
'Sorry, am I interrupting?'
I ask mockingly, full well knowing the answer.
'You know you are. What do
