Jaxon
My voice was raw from having spent the last few hours yelling at lawyers and doctors about my overwhelming situation. I wanted to choke out the next person who told me there was 'nothing they could do.' I sat at my desk feeling defeated with my head in my hands. I felt like I had no comfort–no safe space and no solution. Sloan was always at home, always seeming to flirt, no matter how cold I was. Sara always looked overwhelmed and upset and no words I had could comfort her. Here in the office, I spent more time trying to find solutions than actually doing any work. I was angry and burnt out.
I hardly noticed the phone ringing next to me. It had been a while since someone called me on my office phone.
"Jaxon Deverioux," I answered blandly. Whatever this was would have to wait. I
