CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Half an hour later, Stella arrived at the Marriott. Her stomach felt taut with tension as she headed inside.
She saw Craig there immediately. He was seated at a table in the corner with two laptops open in front of him. Clearly, despite his compassionate leave from the office, he was immersing himself in work as a coping mechanism.
Quickly, she headed over to the table, making her way through the quiet, coffee-scented lounge that at this time was mostly empty. When Craig saw her he stood up and closed both the lids. He looked more coherent than he had been the last time she’d seen him, although he was still very pale and seemed gaunt, as if he’d been forgetting to eat.
“I’m catching up on work. It’s a distraction, but at least it keeps my mind off everything. Why are
