Suffocating Silence

Avery

The Manhattan Project team meeting stretched into lunch, which I was thankful for. Every minute away from the executive floor was another minute I didn't have to face Declan and pretend I hadn't seen those photos.

"We should wrap this up," I said, glancing at my watch. "I need to prepare for the board presentation."

As everyone filed out, I lingered in the project office, reluctant to return