Serissa
My desk was a jumble of papers and it was stressing me out. Donovan and I were leaving for a conference over the weekend in the morning, and I was terrified that I was going to forget something critical. So, I was triple checking my checklist, making extra copies of the documents and forms Donovan would need, just in case, and trying to memorize the itinerary for the entire three days we would be away.
At least things had calmed down after the chaos of Field Day. I still couldn't quite figure out Donovan's moods, though. Small things would set him off and he'd blow up, ranting about whatever had irked him. Sometimes, Colin would convince him to go down to the gym and they would spar. I don't know if it was the exercise, or just some caveman need to hit something, but it usually h
