Eloise stood by the window, motionless, except for the slow rise and fall of her chest. She stared at the watch that lay heavily in her palm, her thumb stroked the face of the watch over and over again, a small, absent-minded stroke.

She let out a long exhale as her gaze drifted towards the window.

“ When will you start working again?” She mumbled to herself, wondering when the watch hands would start moving again, or if they would ever move.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the quiet sound of his footsteps, she turned her head to see him returning from the call he had gone to make. Her...