“Mr. Greyson!” Marc almost jumped in his seat when Stanford burst into his office. Swan behind him, looking worried. “What? What’s wrong?” he frowns when they gave each other a look.
“It’s Miss Peterson-” they didn’t have to finish talking. Marc was out the door and zooming down the stairs. When he reached her floor, he could see the Peters outside the door, knocking frantically. He was about to approach them but stopped short at the woman’s words.
“Sabina please. We’ve been trying to reach out to you for years. Please forgive us,” but there was only silence on the other end.
Sabina? How would the Peters know her middle name?
“Amaya, sweetie… We know what we did was wrong. We never should have blamed you… please sweetie, we just want to talk,” Mr. Peters said and it took a moment for M
