Chapter 12
Lunch came sooner than he expected. He helped a few customers, reassured Claire that he really wasn’t ill, and completed at least one stack of insurance forms. By the time he looked at the clock again, it was just after one, and Claire was busy in the back, completing that morning’s scripts.
“I’m taking my lunch,” Edwin announced, his words even and normal.
Claire only sent him one vaguely worried look before she nodded and turned back to her work. He took a deep breath. His chest burned. Nerves. He was nervous to get in his car. He half expected Cooper to be sitting in the backseat, clearly visible through the window. But he wasn’t there. The car looked normal, and Edwin felt more than a little silly when his fingers shook as he reached for the handle. There was nothing to b
