Starting work again the next day was exactly as I remembered it. Absolute mind numbing hell. Most of the factory which had been hit by the typhoon had been salvaged, but not every room was safe. All the workers were moved into a smaller room while construction continued on the rest of the site. What was once slightly claustrophobic before was almost suffocating now. And what I thought had blown over between Henry and me was definitely not forgotten. I was bent over the white band, soldering it into the board, when Henry would come by and bump into me.
“Sorry,” he said, smirking.