Finally, Adam’s office was bare, no books on the shelves, no photos or plaques on the walls, nothing remaining in his desk drawers. It took only two trips with the dolly to get his entire professional life into his car, and this thought made him want to cry. No, he would not cry, absolutely not. Adam turned the key, slung an arm over the passenger seat headrest, and backed out of his reserved parking spot for the last time. He would show them.
So fragile <3
