It was already lunch break.
The digital clock on her desk blinked 12:14, and Katherine sat in front of her untouched bento box, the lid opened but the contents left perfectly intact. The rice was still warm in the center, the side dishes neatly arranged, but she hadn't so much as picked up her chopsticks. Her appetite was nowhere to be found, buried under the thoughts swirling in her head.
The quietness didn't help at all.
She stared at her food but saw none of it. Instead, Winston's voice replayed in her mind, his words threading themselves around her heart.
She hadn't slept well the night before. Or the night before that. Ever since Leonard had asked her to go to the cemetery with him, her thoughts had spun restlessly, caught in the past, pulled forward into the future. She hadn't said yes yet. Hadn't said no either.
Her eyelids, heavy with exhaustion, drifted shut.
But she didn't sleep.
