John by Lisa LeSeur




written by Lisa LeSeur


I knew something wasn�t quite right with John when I saw him that morning. He left the files on my desk without saying a word, without making eye contact. He had that distant, faraway look he got when he stopped taking his medication. Usually he would stay a minute and chat, but on this day he was in a hurry. I started to follow him but my phone rang. John left my

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