I move to sit behind my desk. I slowly let myself down in my chair. My hands move to hold my face in them. No tears will fall on my face. I'm tired, tired of everything. Not physically tired, but mentally tired. My mind is on constant alert, and analyzes every bit of information that comes through to pieces. Even the smallest detail doesn't pass without analyzation.

Once again I sit here facing the facts of my life. Mentally taking a piece of paper out I start writing down my latest list. The title is "What No One Sees."

"My pain
Anger
Stress
Loneliness
Troubles"

And most important of all.

"My heartache"

I check my watch and realize I've been here long enough, and I decide to head home, my empty home.

I'm so in my own world I never realize the sheet of paper I leave behind nor the person I pass just outside of my doorway.

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The man outside her doorway watches her walk right by him without a greeting. When she was out of his eyesight something started calling him into her office. Going to the desk, he notices the note lying on top of a pile of folders.

Reading it several times before picking it up, he walks out of the room. All he knew was he needed answers.

TBC...