Every day, I feel it slipping away. The respect, the fear, the authority. They look at me differently now. Pity in their eyes, or worse, indifference. I was someone. Now, I'm a ghost. They walk through me as if I don't exist.
All because of him. All because of Lyle!
As expected, there was no date and the handwriting was almost jargon. Luckily, working at hospitals made Dasha very acquainted with incomprehensible writing. He flipped through several pages, eyes scanning until he found another interesting entry. Bennet seemed to write wherever and however he wanted, all logic and formality thrown out the window.
I hear them whispering. "Bennet's lost it." "He's no longer fit for the top ranks." They're right. I HATE IT BUT THEY'RE RIGHT. I've lost my edge. My loyalty isn't enough anymore. It's never been enough.
Seven pages later…
