*Henry*

Henry found himself constantly turning his attention back to his hands like he expected them to be shaking or holding some sort of answer for him. But they were the same as they had always been–still and smooth. He noticed one of his fingernails had chipped to the skin on his left hand. Now that he noticed it, it started to sting a bit. Henry sighed.

He had no reason to assume anyone would go through the traditional send-off steps with ...