I watch Jyeon from my seat at the board meeting. Sitting next to his chair at the head, he's up and walking around as he talks out what he has on the projector, yet I can't focus on what he's saying. I'm distraught inside. All day it's been eating away at me, ripping me into pieces, and I can't think of anything else, no matter how I try.

I watch him closely for signs, changes, and anything to help clear this muddy mess out of my brain and find myself hating him for making me feel this way. Despising the very ground he walks on.

He came back around two,...