Chapter 7
“Yeah. I think I might have caught that bug that was going around. Hopefully it’s just a twenty-four-hour thing and I’ll be in tomorrow. Thanks, Don.” Sean hung up the phone, feeling guilty. He hardly ever missed work, and when he did, he never lied about it. In the past he had only called in sick when he had actually been sick (which was rare). He used to scoff at those who laughingly said they took “mental health” days, thinking they were slackers.
Now he knew what they were talking about. If there was ever a time when he needed a mental health day, this hot, muggy Monday morning was it.
He had made himself some coffee and toast and took it out to the balcony. There was no breeze, and the air stank of car exhaust. It seemed like the whole world—everyone but him—had either go
