THE NEXT DAY

GUIDLSWORTH

POV DESMOND

I yawned as I came into work the next day. I knew it was going to be hard given the events of yesterday. I was still anxiously going through Nathaniel's thoughts about Thomas. My uncle failed to send an email this evening. Which only made me worry even more.

"Did someone have a late night?" Cynthia teased as I walked into the back office.

"Cynthia," Janice yelled from the front booths, "get back to work!"

Cynthia winked ...