*Maddox*

I sit behind my desk, silently swiveling my chair back and forth, just an inch this way and an inch that way, but it’s enough to keep my mind locked on the issue at hand.

I have a decision to make, and it won’t be an easy one.

Seth clears his throat from the chair across from me. That’s his way of saying he wonders if I’m ever going to respond to the question he asked several minutes ago.

It’s one I don’t have an answer for, one that I’ve been ...