At work, I once again asked my boss if I could take on more work.
He looked at me strangely. “I don’t know how things are done down at the main office, but here in Russford, we don’t drown our employees. We take care of each other.”
Didn’t he understand? I wanted to drown. If I thought it might have actually convinced him, I would have dropped to my knees and begged him to please give me more assignments, more work, so that I wouldn’t have to think about my own tragic personal life anymore.
But things were slower in Russford. The people were kinder. They cared about each other. So I knew my pleas would only fall on deaf ears.
Heartbroken and miserable, I shuffled back to my desk and completed my unfortunately limited tasks for the day.
I didn’t call Logan that night.
Or the next.
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