Ellie closed the door behind Will and locked herself in. At the window, she rested her forehead against the glass, willing the cold to spread through a body overheated by worry. One, then another, her palms reached for the clear barrier. All she wanted was to curl into a ball and cry until nothing was left.
Campbell was like a second father. Always there if she needed advice or a shoulder. Dad’s best friend. She should have worked in her office as planned. They would have shared a meal, talked through some issues, and probably left at the same time. But why had he taken the stairs?
Her phone buzzed again, and Ellie walked away from the window, and answered without checking the caller.
“I’m sorry. I can talk now.”
There was only silence. Ellie sat behind her desk.
“Ben?”
“No. Paul.”
