Jessie’s red convertible rolled to a stop across from the front of the tall building. The engine gave one last soft growl before she twisted the key. Silence settled; for a moment, she seemed not to understand why she was there.
She rested her back lazily against the seat while watching people move in and out of the revolving doors; the thirty-storey building stretched ahead. There always seemed to be many people, she couldn't fathom whether they all lived there, or if the building held a few office complexes.
The doorman stood outside in his navy uniform. He laughed loudly, head thrown back, hand slapping another man’s shoulder in greeting. The sound carried across the street, the same booming laugh she’d heard the last time.
She stared up through the open convertible roof, wonderin
