it with both hands.
“Would you like a room?” she asked gently.
I frowned.
“A room?”
She gave a careful nod.
“Mr. Merrick said you might prefer privacy.”
That unsettled me more than anything so far.
We followed her into a small conference room.
Wooden table.
Two chairs.
A box of tissues pushed to one side as though they already knew what kinds of conversations happened there.
Adrian sat.
I remained standing because I felt as though if I sat down, I might not get up again.
He broke the
