The next day at the office, I first briefed on the key points of the upcoming project meeting, and then went to see my boss.

"How are you?" he asked, concerned, noticing how I had lost weight.

"Look, I'm still here, aren't I?" To reassure him, I spun around for him to see.

"Alright, but promise me you'll tell me if you're not feeling well. Operations won't fall apart without you. And how are things with him?"

"He doesn't want a divorce."

"What about you? What do you want?" he asked, looking at me.

"I... I'm tired. I'll bring it up later, after the two years at headquarters."

"Celia... if...