Today's OneWord: Lack

There was definitely a lack of sympathy in the room, even after I had announced the death of my father. One of my managers had simply rolled her eyes, while the other manager stared straight past me, as if focusing on the intricate cracks and misshapen lumps in the wall. Finally, one of my coworkers, who I deeply loved, spoke.

"Harriet." She walked toward me, and in my silent shock, she pulled me into a hug. "I'm so sorry."

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