KROSS

I should have been working; I had tons of files opened on my desk, numbers waiting for my decisions.

Emails blinked unanswered on my screen, yet I sat down with my tie loose around my neck like I had given up halfway through the day, and a bottle of whiskey sat within reach even though it was still light outside.

I was on my phone scrolling for the hundredth time today, and Sade’s name came up without effort because I never really stopped looking for it. Articles, interviews, and ...