Eva

TWO WEEKS LATER

“So, these are all that's left?” I asked.

“Yes.” Camille, one of the workers in Reynolds Corps and my acting temporary assistant nodded, passing the document to me.

I looked down at the document, a strange feeling coming upon me as I roved over it, looking for any mistakes.

There were none. Looking over it for one final time I swallowed thickly.

Four weeks. A full month of working, of sharing my time between here and my company, bearing everything that took ...