I was shocked by the number of people up here. Jordan didn’t give me the chance to look around. I was hoping I could find that man again. Then again, that’s not why we were here. Again, that pit in my stomach pulled me down. Burning anxiety scratched at my throat.
“I have you,” Jordan whispered in my hair. That helped me relax as we reached Joel’s private office.
Jordan knocks twice before entering. As I walk in behind Jordan, I notice Joel has stopped what he is doing and is tracking my every movement. Jordan leads me over to the couch in the corner of the room, and I sit down. Takeout containers are all over the table in the middle. Judging by the smell, it was fresh. I must have interrupted their late-night meal.
“I’m sorry…” I mumbled out.
“For what?” Jordan asks as he sits next
