No one speaks to me as I move quickly through the lobby and up to my office. I’m not surprised, considering the war raging inside of my chest. The violent struggle between doing what I want and doing what needs to be done.
I feel like a powder keg ready to explode. A feeling not helped by my wife, who seems deadset on doing stupid s**t like attending a public funeral when she’s supposed to be dead.
My quiet walk through the building ends abruptly when I step into my office and am assaulted by a strong floral fragrance.
“You came in today.” Konstantin is frozen in the middle of my office, a vase of white lilies in his hands. “I thought I had time to get rid of all the flowers.”
Bouquets and house plants perch on every conceivable surface. Three identical arrangements of white roses and
