ELION

I leaned back into my chair as Harlan drifted away from my desk.

He stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Seattle. The city stretched endlessly beneath us, afternoon sunlight shining off glass and falling over the streets below. From up here, everything looked orderly, nothing like my state of mind

I watched my friend in silence.

His hands fell into the pockets of his tailored trousers, but it did nothing to stop the way his shoulders had gradually drawn tight. “Donovan,” I called, immediately sensing his mind was already drifting to that place he usually goes

Harlan didn't answer; his reflection stared back at him from the...