~Norman~

The boardroom is thick with the smell of expensive coffee and the low, monotonous drone of my lead analyst. He’s pointing at a projection of our European acquisition strategy, but my mind is three blocks away, in a hospital room that felt more like a sanctuary than a ward. My fingers tap a restless rhythm on the table. I’m physically here, but my senses are still tuned to the sound of Sienna’s breathing.

My phone vibrates against the wood. I usually have a strict rule. No ...