through our front door. Every evening, he returned home looking tired, complaining about meetings, difficult clients, and the endless pressure of his job.
He had even told me the previous night that his manager was making his life miserable.
Yet the woman standing behind that reception desk was telling me he hadn’t been at the office for five days.
I forced a smile, thanked her, and walked away before she could ask whether I was feeling all right.
The moment I stepped outside, the morning air felt strangely cold against
