The crimson liquid swirled into my glass, a silent dance of red and gold as the sunlight filtered through the seventieth-floor windows. It was just another day in my office, the same four walls that had witnessed my relentless toil over the years.

I buried myself in work again; the old routine of arriving before anyone else, and leaving long after they’d gone home. It meant that I rarely got to see Chris while he was awake anymore. 

But I had no choice, the press had been ...