The office door opened with a creak and I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the dark room. I clicked the light switch and sighed when nothing happened. We'd often held discussions and meetings in this room and I'd nagged Ethan to no avail about changing the light bulb, same thing with the creak the door makes, they'd all gone undone and now he was dead.
I switched on my phone flashlight and stepped into the room shaking my head at all the boxes, papers and files that were strewn round the room. This was often the cause of our arguments. I needed the place to be a little organized while working to avoid being overwhelmed while Ethan could think even locked in a rubbish bin and even after organizing the place to an extent, Ethan needed to just spend two days in it for it to go back to his comfort zone.
