This time, I groan and look up at the ceiling. I love my job, I love my job, I love my job. Working in the spare office down the hall will be fine. “You’re right. That’s not it . . . Oh! I know . . . ” From the corner of my eye I can see him lean forward on his elbows and steeple his hands in front of his mouth. “You missed Violet.” Suddenly, the sound of my heart beats loud, like an overbearing drum pounding in my ears. It thumps through my entire body. Why the fuck would he guess that?
