08-22-2019, 10:31 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Selby watched as Leroy’s expression changed as he told him, and it made him sick to his stomach. He knew there wasn’t an easier way, but could there really have been anything harder? He swallowed thickly, avoiding looking at Leroy’s face. "Good day, Leroy. I’m sorry," he replied slowly, unable to find anything else to say.
He turned away from Leroy, forcing away the painful tightening of his throat. It wasn’t his job to be sad right now. There would be people who needed help. Selby walked away slowly, refusing to glance back at the dog. He knew that if he did, tears would be inevitable. Be professional.
Selby, once a safe distance away, looked back to where Leroy sat, unable to resist. "I’m sorry I can’t be more," he whispered to himself. Was this Arrow all over again? It was beginning to feel like it.
He turned away from Leroy, forcing away the painful tightening of his throat. It wasn’t his job to be sad right now. There would be people who needed help. Selby walked away slowly, refusing to glance back at the dog. He knew that if he did, tears would be inevitable. Be professional.
Selby, once a safe distance away, looked back to where Leroy sat, unable to resist. "I’m sorry I can’t be more," he whispered to himself. Was this Arrow all over again? It was beginning to feel like it.