(Reese)
Tonight should've felt simple.
The weekend was ending, the apartment was quiet, and tomorrow was already arranged in the way I preferred things to be arranged. Meetings in the morning, approvals by midday, fittings in the afternoon, two calls that needed decisions and one vendor who would inevitably try to renegotiate a deadline I had no intention of moving.
Useful things.
Clear things.
Things that responded to attention and effort the way they were supposed to.
I sat at the dining table with my laptop open and the week in front of me. I adjusted two appointments, answered three emails, flagged a shipment note for Simone, then stared at the screen long enough to realize I'd stopped taking in any of it.
My attention had gone elsewhere again.
Across the hall.
I closed the la
