Away

Remo stared at the documents in front of him, but the words blurred together, refusing to form coherent sentences. His mind was elsewhere, tangled in a web of emotions and uncertainties that refused to untangle. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. The office, usually a place of order and productivity, felt suffocating today.

Tony, noticed his distraction. He had been watching Remo for the past hour, observing the way his friend's focus waned and his mood darkened. Finally, he decided to break the silence.

"What's wrong, Remo?" Tony asked, leaning back in his chair, his eyes filled with concern.

Remo glanced up, meeting Tony's gaze. For a moment, he considered brushing off the question, but the weight of his thoughts was too heavy to bear alone. He sighed again, a long, weary exhalation.

"It's Abby," Remo admitted, his voice tinged with frustration and sorrow.