“You hate your job?” I asked Hensley who was once again sitting on the black office chair next to mine, looking at me.

“too much, I want to quit. But that’s not why I’m here. I saw Elora.” he responded as he sat up straight. making me wonder how could he just say he wants to quit his job and think it’s not something serious and needed to be talked about. Hensley had come running to my door a week after Sean’s wedding telling me he really needed to talk to me. I was confused. I couldn’t really figure out why as he seemed to be doing well judging from...