Debbie.
I woke up on the third day to a silence so deep that it almost felt heavy.
Yesterday, unfortunately, had ended, and funny enough, the days seemed to go by faster than anyone would originally imagine.
We had just finished breakfast. Rex didn't attend, but I knew exactly where he would be.
I found him in the large library. He was sitting behind a desk, wearing a white button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the strong, corded muscles of his forearms. A laptop sat in front of him as his hands worked furiously on it.
As I stepped in, he raised his face up, shifting the laptop to the side.
“Debbie,” he greeted with a calm face. “Sit down,” he said, gesturing at the chair in front of him.
I sat in the leather chair across from him. For the next two hours, it
