When My Key Wouldn’t Fit the Lock, I Knew Something Had Changed

the same wall for four years.

My first Monday in the new role, I sat at my desk with a coffee. Oat milk, no sugar.

Across the floor, Jameson’s desk was empty and clean. His mug with the chipped handle was gone. The chair had been pulled and put in storage. No one mentioned his name. The absence was the kind that settles quickly, the way absences do when continue reading …