Demolition Before the Bloom

impossible,” Mr. Morris said.

But even he didn’t sound convinced.

Julian limped toward the laptop.

He opened old company files.

Photos.

Meetings.

Security reports.

Then he stopped.

“There.”

A photograph from a company retreat.

Patricia stood near the pool.

Arthur stood beside her.

Their hands were touching.

Not accidentally.

Intimately.

Secretly.

Like two people who continue reading …