Smith's POV.

I woke up to the usual piercing sound of my alarm, but this morning, it felt like a hammer against my skull. I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want to face the world. But I did it anyway. The routine. It had to be done. No choice.

I ran my hand through my hair, tugged on my suit which was expensive of course, and adjusted the tie like I always did. No matter what had happened the night before, the world expected me to keep it together. To show no cracks. To show no weakness. But for the first time in a long while, I didn’t...