Damien Shaw

As the call with Imogene ends, I sit back in my chair, staring at the screen as the seconds tick away. A pang of disappointment hits me. I’ve been looking forward to this night for days, us walking in together, making a statement. But I can’t control her. She’s got her own life, her own career, and I promised her that I trust her.

Still, it stings.

The office is quiet except for the low hum of the AC. I glance around at the polished wood surfaces, the neatly organized files on my desk, but it all feels a little empty without her tonight. I rub a hand...