I heated up the dinner Caroline had prepared for us and set the food on the island tonight.
I was in the mood for a quick dinner and Oz seemed strangely calm. I was pretty sure he was thinking about something, but I didn't have the faintest idea of what.
I was tired. I had researched about ten files that Eric had put in front of me and I would have to do it again the next day. Not that I minded, I was terrified of writing again and that only delayed the beginning of the end for me. I liked writing, but the problem was everything else. I had sort of a sick relationship with that side of me that resulted in bruises, dark circles and weight swings most of the time. I don't even remember how I spent a certain period. I just remember sitting at my desk and waking up weeks later. It wasn't a g
