Two Months Later
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Come in," a voice came from inside the study.
"Hey, Arthur. Have you seen Nnenna? She's not in her room." Carl stepped in, shutting the door behind him.
Arthur didn't look up from the papers on his desk. "You're no longer giving her space?" His tone was calm, almost too calm, matter of fact.
Carl frowned. "First of all, I was never comfortable with that idea, clinically or emotionally. But she insisted that's what she needed. Two months, Arthur. Two months is too much space. I decided I would come over, stay here for a while… keep her company, see how she's really doing." His voice carried certainty, but also a quiet frustration.
Arthur finally looked up, his eyes unreadable. "You should have called before coming. It's a wasted trip. She's not here."
Carl blinked. "Not here? What do you mean not here?"
Arthur leaned back in his chair. "She signed up for another posting."
