GUILDSWORTH

POV DESMOND

It had already been a week since I had last spoken to Nathaniel. The days seemed to drag by. Janice and Cynthia seemed to sense that something had happened to me after I met with my uncle. They were being extra attentive while I was at work. Even Janice tried to cheer me up.

I smiled when I was expected to and thanked them. I appreciated their gestures, but it still felt like my heart was still laying shattered on my kitchen floor. I started to come ...