The Secondhand Fatigue Curse
so quickly, looking energized again, she smiled with satisfaction.
But the drugs always wore off. I saw it with my own eyes once—Todd in the middle of a video conference, eyelids drooping, head bobbing, barely hanging on.
Anne, sitting right next to him, didn't even flinch. She calmly picked up a paperclip from the table, straightened it out, and jammed it into his finger.
Todd jolted awake with a sharp hiss.
Anne barely glanced at him.
That night, I got a call from Todd.