Yvette's POV
While gazing around, it hit me that this wasn't just any room but Christopher's study. Worse. I actually remembered leaving the company with him.
I held my forehead, eyes wide from shock as little memories of having sat with him surfaced. Still, nothing in my memory explained why I felt this way or why this sudden and unshakable dread lurked within me.
"Dave?" I called out, trembling slightly. "What happened?"
I turned to look at him, but just like me, he was confused and blank. I mustered courage and walked into the room from which I heard those sounds. Only to be met by Knox's fist midair. I froze on the spot, heart racing from the force at which his fist almost landed on my face.
I staggered backwards, tripping onto the glass shards.
"I'm glad you're up
