The night was heavy against the glass walls of my office. Uneven trails rained, almost deliberately how it blurred the city's light. For hours, I was sitting here with the jacket, the tie loose, the shirt sleeve rolled back, yet the desk remained disorganized with the papers that I did not read, the deals I did not sign, the numbers that I did not process. Whatever I have touched, it reminds me of it. Ava Her absence had become a second skin, something I had taken to sleep. Or what was passed for it. Every night, her voice would soften, sharp, disregard my dreams. Then I woke up in silence, and the silence was louder than anything. I should have been used to grief till now. My life was a long rehearsal for my father, betrayal, and endless war against men who wore power like another face. But losing the good had made something different outside me. It was not just sorrow. It was guilty, a poisonous type that questioned every decision I made that took us here. And ye
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