Berton's POV

　　I sat in the room, searching through papers to see what was left to work on for the day, but still had a lot to cover. The table was filled with piles of papers, a workload that I had to ensure I finish early. I was desperate to go back home to Emily again.

　　Every day felt incredibly good with her by myself that I felt a significant amount of pressure to go back home to her every time I was at work or simply far from her. I heard a knock that ...