Archie
The board meeting ran long, stretching nearly three hours past its scheduled end, filled with the kind of contentious back and forth over the Whitmore expansion that left everyone in the room drained and irritable by the time we finally adjourned. I sat in my car afterward for a moment before starting the engine, my head pounding, the weight of the day pressing down harder than usual.
My first instinct, unbidden and immediate, was to call Fiona.
I dialed her number, listened to it ring twice, and then found myself hesitating, some strange reluctance settling over me that I couldn't quite explain. I wanted to see her, certainly. I missed her the way I always did when too many days passed without her company, a persistent, low grade ache that had become familiar over these past mon
