Ever since you accepted Tashi’s request to be part of Art’s team, which was just a cover-up to ‘her team.’ Everything has been a loss after loss. Today was no different, and overhearing Tashi belittle Art and slapping him didn’t make anything better. Sanitizing the treatment table, you gently call him over. He walks over and removes his damp shirt, taking a seat. His blue eyes blink up at you, sad and dog-like.

“You heard that?” and you could hear the defeat in his voice, almost broken.