I haven’t told anyone about the girl or the dog yet.
And the longer I stay silent, the heavier the quiet becomes, like a storm cloud gathering low over the city, about to break.
I glance at the stack of papers on my desk, each page a reminder of everything I’ve avoided.
The phone rings, its shrill tone cutting through my thoughts.
It’s my assistant, her voice clipped and efficient, reminding me of the time.
“The board meeting starts in an hour. Are you prepared?”
I hesitate, my mind lingering on the girl and her dog.
“I’ll be ready,” I say, though I’m not sure if it’s true.
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