Grief

Asher was making baby noises in his crib as he tried desperately to chew on his rubber toy, his sock-clad tiny legs shot up in the air. Henry momentarily stopped what he was doing to peer lovingly at his son. He had a pleased smile on his face. He packed up his documents, and his finger came in contact with one stray piece of paper, he sighed, and his pleased mood disappeared like the wind.

His fingers brushed against it, he picked it up and peered closely at it. It was one of the receipts for a luxury hotel bill that he thought he had previously cancelled but his wife had gone on with the same man based on the description he could gather and the clips he could watch.

The thing was he hadn’t been working. Well in the true sense of the word he had been working hard but not on his job-related stuff. He had been digging up dirt on Angela and there was a lot of dirt. In all honesty, he had not been in the right frame of mind for any intellectual work. He had spent his time searching up s