I didn’t use to be one of those people who dreaded the end of Sunday night. Being a data analyst wasn’t for everyone, but I was good at my job, and up until a few months ago, I’d liked the people and the culture at work. I grabbed a Styrofoam cup from the break-room counter, filled it with coffee, and tried to force the sleepy fog from my brain. It didn’t help that I’d been up past midnight with Jackson. The memory was enough to warm my skin and send a pleasant jolt through me. That was almost better than coffee. I poured milk and enough sugar in my drink to jump-start a small engine. When I turned to head back to my desk, I almost collided with a coworker. “Sorry about that,” I said. Ryan didn’t return my smile. His narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, and stepped around me. The fact the interaction was status quo these days didn’t stop my mood from sinking a notch. “See you around,” I called over my shoulder, trying to keep the cheer in my voice.
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