By late afternoon I was sitting beside another stack of records while trying to build timelines.
Drake eventually appeared beside me.
“You haven’t stopped.” He said but I didn’t look up.
“I’m busy.” I said.
“You skipped lunch.” He said.
“I’m not hungry.” I said.
“You skipped breakfast too.” He said.
I kept reading and that turned out to be a mistake because Drake’s patience finally snapped.
“Storm.” He said.
“What?” I snapped and his voice hardened.
“You need a break.” He said.
“No.” I said.
“You haven’t slept properly in days.” He said.
“I’m fine.” I said.
“No, you’re not.” He said.
I slammed the folder shut and the sound echoed through the room. Several people looked over but I didn’t care.
“Stop treating me like I’m fragile.” I snapped and his jaw tighten
