Ross paced across his den. Anyone who knew him would have been able to tell that he was more than a little upset at the moment. He looked down at the worn paper in his hand and read the letter for the tenth time. He wasn’t even sure why he kept reading it. The words were not going to change even if he kept reading them again and again. He supposed perhaps he hoped that somewhere in this letter he was looking for a ray of hope but there was none. Frustration and anger welled up inside him. He blamed himself for most of this problem, well not only himself; his ex-wife was a large part of the problem too but she had passed away last summer and she no longer had to deal with this problem. Now it was his problem alone and he had to find a way to handle it. The only problem was that he was completely out of ideas. Ross sat in the chair behind his desk and rested his head in his hands. His head was pounding, he couldn’t even think anymore. Something had to change. He had called in every favor from every friend that he had already, now what?
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