The drawer stays shut

Apex today. Wrapped Lachie's hands and the other lads fighting tonight. Three rounds on the heavy bag. My shoulder clicked clean on the third. That part felt right.

Danny was at the desk. We talked football. We do that when neither of us wants to say the real thing. He knows. He always knows. He did not push.

Home by five. Stir-fry from the fridge. I ate it standing at the counter.

The Woolworths receipt is still pinned to the fridge. The Manila envelope is still in the drawer under the spare thermals. I did not open the drawer.

The spot of granite where the phone sat Thursday night is just granite. I looked at it for a while. It is still just granite.

I do not know what I am waiting for. I just know if I open that drawer tonight I will not sleep.