ISAAC'S POV
The boardroom felt colder than usual, even with the morning sun glinting off the glass towers outside. I stood by the window, looking down at the city while the board filtered in, some with tight faces, others trying for small talk they didn't mean. I could see the nerves in the way Webb checked his phone, the way Morton flicked at imaginary dust on his lapel. Imogen's seat was empty, just a pad of paper and a bottle of water in front of it. Her absence made the room feel bigger, emptier.
I wondered why I was summoned. Considering I had so much on my mind. My mother was by some miracle back and I was terrified that leaving her to her devices again, was only going to make her succumb to her catatonic state again.
