He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

spoken about me, or that people actually listened. Lila set the cups on the small table.

— You’ve kept Brixell afloat for years. Everyone knows it. Everyone except the man who signs your evaluations.

Her voice softened, losing its professional edge.

— You’re free now. So, what do you want to do next?

The same question Adrian had asked earlier. The same continue reading …