The Rabbit Hole

Kaden

Ember paused as we entered the office, her eyes drinking in the space like she’d never seen it before. “Where’s all your stuff?”

“I had it moved out over the weekend.” All that remained were the flat screens against my walls, the filing cabinet making up two entire walls, and the coffee machine I loved, but wanted her to have. “You like?”

She nodded, stepping forward tentatively. “This is so weird. I bet this was how Alice felt when she fell down the rabbit hole.”

“Except this is no tea party,” I informed her lightly, but there were shadows at the edge of my tone I knew she caught.

Turning to look at me over her shoulders she walked over to the mammoth desk someone had installed after mine had been removed. It was made of glass and steel, and I couldn’t help lamenting over the fact that it meant we probably weren’t going to be fucking on her desk anytime soon on one of the long nights we were sure to spend in here together.

My eyes darted down toward the floor, the window sill,