THREE DAYS LATER
I shut down my laptop and the screen goes black.
The big meeting table looks messy, with empty coffee mugs and crumpled papers where the team left their stuff.
Cyndy’s supposed to clean this up, but she called in sick today.
I shake my head and start gathering the mugs. Samuel walks back in, carrying a folder.
"Ms. Bennett, please, it's my pleasure," he says, rushing over to take the mugs from my hands.
"You don't have to do that."
"I know, Samuel. I just hate seeing it messy. It's fine."
I set my laptop back on the desk. I'm not taking it home tonight.
The doctor's warning about stress is already lodged in my head, and taking my laptop feels like inviting more work into my bedroom. It can stay here.
I give Samuel a few more instructions about tomorrow's sch
