Chapter 15
I was at work the next day.
I tried to convince myself that last night hadn't happened.
I arrived that morning as early as I usually would, I had William's coffee ready on my desk as I usually would, I made sure everything remained… normal.
But the second he walked into the office, head down, jaw tight, eyes intently distant…the tension from the office last night came rushing back.
Except, this felt different. Sharper. Quieter.
"Good morning, Mr. Torres." I said calmly.
As usual, all he had was a nod of acknowledgement in response. But this time, he barely looked at me as he made his way to his office door.
Immediately his hand was on the doorknob, I said, "Your coffee, sir."
He looked at me like he had completely forgotten and realization covered his features when he noticed the coffee on my desk. He didn't say anything about it, he simply walked over to my desk to retrieve the Styrofoam cup.
