Bennett, you should be off your feet resting,” Elena said, setting her pen on top of her clipboard.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” I said, stopping on the clean gray tile outside the glass doors.

I looked down at the floor and wiped the back of my wrist across my wet chin.

“Maybe we should just leave,” I said, the words spilling out of me in a ragged breath.

“Maybe if I take Brooklyn home and get out of this building, my mother will stop coming up here and bothering your staff.”

Elena got up from her tall stool, her white rubber shoes silent as she came around the desk.