Nina

I’m staring at a report on my screen, the words blurring together as my fingers tap aimlessly against the desk. I’ve read the same line three times, but it doesn’t matter. The numbers and charts are just noise now, background static to the thoughts crashing around in my head. The morning’s already been long, but it feels like it’s dragging, each minute stretching into the next. I’m not sure if it’s the exhaustion, the lack of sleep, or the weight of everything else hanging ...