#laura.

He sits alone at a desk in the middle of a bright room, lit from above by LED panels in the ceiling. He writes something in a manila file and does not look up when she enters the room. He speaks as if musing to himself, perhaps practicing a speech, “I have heard it said that home is ‘where the heart is’. We both know this to be fallible logic but I think there is a degree of truth to the notion that home - the place we return to, is the place which contains the people we know and who know us,” she finally shifts his gaze, staring directly at Laura with eye contact like he is sizing her up, “So . . . welcome home.” 

“i heard how you injured your leg. what you did was valiant. that teen and their family are very thankful.”