Logan pauses.
He looks around the office and
Amy glanced at him, perplexed.
"Where is Ch__Miss. Martini?" Logan asked. It was strange not to see her face the first thing in the morning or smell her perfume the moment he entered the hallway before he even saw her face. Her desk looked just the way she left it.
"She called in for a day off," Amy told her.
"Call her back," Logan said.
A few minutes later, he peeked outside his door.
"Is Miss. Martini around?" Amy stopped what she was doing.
"Her line is disconnected."
Chloe tossed the Yellow carnation into the casket, which was lowered to the ground. The sun was scorching, but Chloe waited while they covered the coffin with sand. There were only two people at the funeral. Her father's closest friend, who was a young man, and he
