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22.
Tuesday morning is cold, the air biting.
After being gone the last three workdays, I go in earlier than usual to avoid any run-ins with Edward.
My plan works.
I make it to our empty floor, blue morning light filtering through windows.
But then I see his office glowing.
Hear his keyboard clacking.
Maybe he had the same idea about showing up early.
Maybe we're similar in that way—avoidance.
As quietly as I can, I softly close my door, leaving the light off.
Before I can sit, I catch a glimpse out of my office window.
He's heading this way.
23.
He knocks twice then opens the door.
Presumptuous asshole.
"What?" I bite, noticing his scruffy cheeks.
"Where were you?"
"I was sick."
"You don't look sick."
He does, though. He looks pale and worried and… did I do that to him?
We stare.
"I had to take care of some personal stuff, and don't owe you an explanation."
Abruptly he walks out.
"What the fuck are we doing?" I boldly ask.
He stops in place, his back to me.
"A week ago you barely looked my way or knew who I was," I mumble. "Now you're questioning why I'm gone?"