ARTHUR
Monday morning, I got up while Doris was still sleeping. Despite a wonderful weekend with Doris and Mia, I hadn’t slept well.
It had been a month since the fire, and I hadn’t made any progress in finding out who did it.
I had my driver take me out to the pharmaceutical company. I stood in front of the charred remains of the original office building, lab, and factory.
I had chosen to rebuild on another part of the property, leaving the destroyed buildings as they were as a show of what could happen when I let my defenses down.
The sight of the blackened buildings filled me with grief and also a vile rage. The anger was almost too violent to control. My stomach felt like a volcano had taken up residence there and was churning, ready to explode.
I had worked s
