The Proofreader

"At first I expected he would come out soon, but I realized that if he needed only a few minutes to calm himself, he wouldn’t have gone into the supply closet. No, he had shut down. I knew the feeling, and right now I wasn’t clicking along too well myself. I walked to the supply closet, turned the handle and pushed against the door. It didn’t budge, not even the little it would have if the lock alone were keeping it shut. Brian had the chair against it."