Absolutely fantastic.
I glanced toward the office door.
Mia would probably finish the meeting soon.
She could bring food.
And painkillers.
And maybe a miracle.
I lowered my head onto the desk.
Just for a minute.
One minute.
That was all.
Just enough time to rest my eyes.
Just enough time to stop feeling like my brain was trying to escape through my forehead.
One minute.
That was the plan.
Apparently, my body had other ideas.
Because the next thing I became aware of was the smell.
Food.
Warm food.
The aroma drifted through the air.
My brain processed it slowly.
Very slowly.
I frowned.
Why did I smell food?
My office wasn’t exactly known for serving meals.
I forced my eyes open.
Everything looked blurry for a second.
Then slowly sharpened.
I lifted my head from the
