She leaned over and let her arms hang down, fingertips brushing the floor. Tess hung there for a few minutes, letting gravity stretch her muscles. Once the knot in her lower back loosened, she stood up, walked to her desk then sat down. Her e-mail inbox was open on the computer and she did a double take. Three hundred? How could she have over three hundred e-mails? Did she even know that many people? Getting even twenty e-mails in a day was a rare occurrence.
Tess scanned through the subject lines of the messages and wondered when everyone had lost their minds. A banging on the front door made her jump and was a welcome distraction from the implications of the world’s sudden need to communicate with her. She got up and went to the front door. It was late, and she was alone in the clinic,
