Nick clumsily sorted through Westbrook’s morning mail with his one good hand. Carson usually insisted on doing it himself, but he seemed to have lost interest. He’d lost interest in a lot of things lately.
Nick’s skin was crawling under the cast. He’d give an arm and a leg just to scratch it for ten seconds. But he had to wait two more weeks for the b****y thing to come off. That wasn’t the only thing he was looking forward to. Today was the last day of being stuck at home. He’d return to work tomorrow and discover what sort of a mess he’d have to deal with. Nick didn’t have as much confidence in the brilliance of young Geoff Tyler as his father did. And it would be good to have some sort of purpose back in his life. Something to take his mind off all the loss. It would also be good to be
