For as long as she could remember she had always been the type to keep busy. Always on the go with one tasks already lined up for whenever she completed one. She had an aversion to sitting still when it felt too much like she was wasting time that she could be channelling into something more productive. But now she knew that her need to keep busy was a coping mechanism, that ache in her chest only bearable when her mind was occupied elsewhere or she had some company that warmed her heart and combated the pain. Work had filled in the gap well and she was grateful for every new case that came across her desk but even though she was working overtime and putting even more hours into it, there was still too much time in the day left unaccounted for.
As tempting as it was to simply lose herself in any activity she could, she knew better than to neglect herself and instead chose to view mealtimes as a chance to catch up with family members. When it came to her father she couldn’t help but worry, knowing that the loss of his wife had hit him hard despite the brave front that he put on. So once she’d reached a suitable point on her most recent case, she’d gone to his home and called out after letting herself in. “Dad?” Light steps carried her further into the room, tired smile touching rosy lips as she spotted him. “Have you eaten? I thought we could get dinner together, my treat. Maybe from that little place down the street that you like.”
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