Charlie
All I can remember is the look on Morgan’s face when I stopped into work yesterday. She tried her hardest to keep a neutral look. One minute she looked terrified and the next she had a wide smile across her face. Maxwell refused to let me stay any longer than a few hours, but I only made it an hour because I couldn’t stand Morgan following me around, ready for me to drop dead.
As if coming home would be any better. My once bright, airy home now resembles a cave with its dark curtains and blinds. I have to have almost every single light on within the house to be able to walk the halls.
“I’m going to go work on some things. I might not be able to be at the office, but Morgan is still going to need my help.” I get up and cross the room in hopes of leaving Maxwell behind, but as soo
