Cans and papers littered his office, the curtains drawn to keep out the insistent bright sun that threatened to fill his office. He didn’t need the light, he wished to grieve in solitude and darkness. He wished to forget about the night over different unfinished case files.

It was how he managed with it all. Get the day done, go home to his son Jack, repeat. He felt like he had lost his sense of purpose in the field, as a father, as a person entirely. He couldn’t cope without Hayley.

Maybe that’s why he clung to you so quickly. You two were always close in the field no doubt, a simple friendship blossoming from similar situations. You with a dwindling marriage just like him, the difference now was that your spouse was still alive. Unfortunately.

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“Hey are you free this Saturday? Jacks been asking about you.” And myself. Not that he’d admit that last part. He didn’t want to intrude on your marriage, not that it was even there anymore from what he had heard.