Chapter Twenty-Two
Fiona had just settled down at her desk with her first cup of tea of the day when one of the reception staff appeared in front of her, a huge bunch of flowers in her arms.
“Morning, Lisa,” Fiona said, smiling. She was getting to know Lisa pretty well. They were around the same age, both lived on-site and partook fairly regularly of the Friday night gatherings. “Nice flowers. Who are you looking for?”
Lisa narrowed her eyes and placed the blooms down on Fiona’s desk. “Morning, Fiona. They’re for you, actually.”
“Me?” she squeaked. “But who are they—?” She stopped as the answer presented itself, not wanting to have to explain to Lisa. After all, how exactly could she explain her current situation? “They’re beautiful. Thank you for bringing them.”
Lisa looked as though
