It was Patrick who knocked on her door this time. She opened it to see his disheveled hair, dark bags under his eyes. Any other day she might have chalked that up to the new baby, but today she knew better. It brought her an odd level of satisfaction to see him looking so terrible. He softly asked her to come to Kent’s office, that Kent was insisting they talk.
“We haven’t told him anything,” Patrick explained as she stepped into the hall. “We wanted you to decide how to handle this.”
“How considerate,” she muttered sarcastically, walking past him. She pushed open the door to see Kent sitting on the couch, wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a green t-shirt. The bandages were still visible on his shoulder and neck, his arm still in a sling. Max sat in a chair across from him, leaning
