THE EMAIL I SENT BEFORE DESSERT

Sat through a meeting about quarterly projections that could have been an email. Checked the camera app under my desk four times.

One motion alert.

1:14 p.m.

I pressed play in the bathroom stall with the volume low and my pulse somewhere near my ears.

The door opened slowly.

Not the cautious slow of a stranger. The comfortable slow of someone who had done continue reading …