"I understand your fiancée is till missing, how are you holding up?"
"Fine." Trevor answered with a growl. I'm starting to heal, it's been months."
"If you need to take anytime off, feel free. We'll all understand."
"I think working is good for me." Finally, the time came to tell the story he'd been working on. "It gets me out of the house. From all that reminds me of Ashley."
"If you say so, just take it easy." Trevor excused himself and left the office.
His desk was still a mess. The same opened cases piled up in the floor, evidence in bags on the desk, chairs and cabinets. He reached into the fridge and grabbed a Diet Cola. It was a decaf, and there fore boring, but Trevor's thirst wasn't satisfied by a drink. He needed something more.
Trevor's secretary walked by his door, a miniskirt and sweater. Somehow all she had to do was twirl her hair and he was hard on the pants. He turned quickly, as not to show the world his hard-on. There on the top of his desk was a picture. Him and Ashley a few years back. His arm was outstretched to take the picture, her make up had smeared slightly under her eye. Documentation of the first time he'd hit her. The first punch.
