The Apple To my Pie.

It had been three weeks. I wouldn't say I was doing well. But I was getting through each day. I had immersed myself in work, much to Marley and Parker's annoyance. But my only excuse was that I had been missing work quite a lot, and I had to make up for that.

I got to work the earliest, and went back home last. I took work home, and I did nothing else. I had declined a number of times when my best friends had asked me to get out of my apartment.

I still replayed the entire thing in my head. All of us...