QUINN
It wasn’t just a wave; it was a tsunami that left me completely wrecked.
Sorrows like sea billows rolled.
And Peace was a fluttering butterfly, constantly fluttering just out of my reach, leaving me to wander in the desert of my own distress.
Silence pressed against my chest and made breathing feel like work.
I stared at the files on my lap. They were still open and some, untouched, because I couldn’t bring myself to look at them all.
The pages were heavier. They were not because of the contents, but because of what they suggested. What they implied.
I grabbed one of the papers again. This time, my finger wrapped tightly around it so no one could snatch it from me. I stared at it, scanning from top to bottom and back.
Searching for a typo, a mismatch, a misplaced date, or any
