Page 62 of Deep Down

The cabinet had arrived, and he showed the delivery guys where he wanted it. They carried it in and carefully unpackaged it for him before getting him to sign for it. After they left, he stood staring at the cabinet, both excited about what it stood for and unsure whether it was a good idea or not.

Logan quietly called his name, garnering his attention.

“Oh, sorry. My mind wandered.”

“Not a problem. I’m going to head off and leave you in peace. Let me know if I can do anything to help at all.” He paused. “And I’ll be in contact with those lawyers for you.”

“Thanks, Logan. I appreciate it.”

Craig saw him out the door before retrieving his glass paperweight. Unpackaging the fragile ornament, he sauntered over to the cabinet, opened the door and placed the paperweight front and centre. Closing the door again, he stepped back until his legs hit the sofa, and he dropped back onto it.

Pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and finger, he tried to work through his tumultuous emotions. For the most part, he was excited—a new collection meant he could choose the pieces which called to him. But something was making his heart clench, and he couldn’t figure out what it was.