Rett

The icon on the monitor on my desk signaled that people were entering the outer offices. A quick hit of a few keys on my keyboard and the image of them appeared. While there were two, it was only one of the occupants who had my attention. The one who I’d left asleep earlier this morning after a night fit for the record books. If this was what it was like to be married, I should have done it a long time ago.

I turned to Leon, sitting across ...