Chapter Eleven
I arrived at Preston’s office in time to watch him shuffle through a pile of papers on his desk, sorting in silence. I figured that he was angry, fuming, so mad he didn’t know what to say and was simply calming himself. But, it didn’t feel that way. I’d been the benefactor of his anger before, and this was so completely passionless that it seemed eerie. Of course, I wanted him to address the “f*****g issue” immediately. Get it out of the way, absolve my guilt and pay my penance. If he was going to send me packing, I wanted to know that too. I wanted answers, although I certainly wasn’t going to demand them. Maybe I could still salvage something from the awful mess I’d made. But as I watched him while suffering in the dreadful silence, I was doubtful I could ever redeem myse
