Plan

**Third Person Perspective**

Wayne Atkins was tired. Beyond tired. He was running on almost no sleep for the past 36+ hours. After making sure all the boys were in their rooms and sleeping, he also wanted to go to his own bed. Yet...there was one more thing he had to do. Wayne went to his office where his wife was waiting. They shared a smile, but it felt forced. 

Wayne took a seat in his chair, his wife mimicking his actions. He grabbed the landline phone and dialed, putting it on speaker. 

"Hello, Wayne, Mary." A man answered right away, almost like he knew the call was coming. 

"What are your thoughts Dr. Moore?" Wayne asked, taking in a breath and holding it.