Jake’s POV
Damien called the next morning, three times as per usual. I ignored all three attempts.
Martin was sitting in my office, lightly stroking his chin with his hand. Sometimes he came in and read while I worked, or helped me out if I needed it. Today, he was staring off into space. While his eyes were angled toward the window, I wasn’t certain that he was actually seeing anything.
I was fairly certain that he was caught in his own mind.
I didn’t pry into his thoughts. I just waited. If he wanted me to know them, he would eventually tell me himself what they were.
The phone rang again and I checked the caller ID. Damien, calling for a fourth time today, breaking the normal routine that we’d come to expect.
Again, I ignored it, letting it go to my voicemail and allowing him to m
