James.

Since Becca left, all I did was fill myself with work. Over and over again, I made sure I was busy. So busy I wasn’t able to think, let alone sleep. I was tired but every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face. Her voice called to me to find her, and yet I knew it wasn’t possible.

“James, what are you doing?” Tony, my project supervisor, asked me as I stood on the docks staring off at the shipping containers being unloaded.

“Nothing, I was ...