Too Late Now

Ben

“I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon.”

Ms. Houghton carried on talking, rambling off suggestions for furniture and room allocations but I wasn’t really listening. The house was beautiful, to be sure. But buying a place seemed so permanent. I wanted to get out of the penthouse I had stayed in for seven years. I wanted to start a new chapter and get a place that was warmer, a place I could call my own. This place could be it, I thought. But how much warmth was there really between these walls when I felt so cold and empty?

I wasn’t sure how permanent I wanted it all to be here. Everything felt so uncertain. I didn’t know what to make of the plane crashes. After talking to David, I was sure there was something more to it. What if something went wrong? What if I was in danger? Maybe I shouldn’t put down roots here.

But I didn’t trust anyone to take over the position. Certainly not if someone was really trying to kill whoever was in charge. I could put someone else in dan