Reason
A Short Story

Samar plopped down on the thin Turkish rug in his bedroom. He closed his eyes and focused on the problem in front of him, deciphering the various routes he could take to solve it.
He could leave.
It would be the worst thing he had ever done to another human being, but it was still a viable option, at least for him. The closet was just a few feet away, with his carry-on…