My fingers went numb as I stared at the text on my phone.
“He looks peaceful, doesn’t he?”
The photo of my father’s hospital bed was still spread out on the desk, its edges curling under the weight of my trembling hand. My throat tightened.
The lilies on the floor filled the office with a thick, sweet smell that made it hard to breathe.
Whoever sent that message had been there. Inside my father’s room. Watching him.
I grabbed my coat and bolted.
The elevator ride down felt endless. My heart wouldn’t slow. Every ding of a passing floor echoed like a countdown in my chest.
When the doors slid open to the lobby, Daniel was standing there. He must’ve seen the panic in my eyes because his expression immediately hardened.
“Jane…what happened?”
I tried to speak, but the words tumbled o
