The False Target

Leander stood awkwardly at the doorstep with his hands full of food containers. He wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and bury himself in it.

“Mr. Whitmore, we've finished packing the food.”

Donovan's stern countenance was icy, and his jaw was stiff. “Right.”

Leander robotically placed all the food and arranged them before promptly excusing himself.

The room fell back into silence once the doo