❀ Amy ❀
The morning at the office started like any other. Lisa and I had been knee-deep in paperwork since eight. The phone had rung nonstop. Paul had already barked instructions three times before lunch, and I had just finished typing up a letter when Lisa appeared at my desk with an unreadable expression.
"There’s someone here to see you," she said. I blinked at her, confused.
"A client?" I asked, but Lisa shook her head.
"No. She said her name is Pauline Smithers," she said, and everything in me went still as my stomach flipped, then dropped.
"My mother," I whispered, and Lisa looked surprised, but she didn’t say a word. I stood up so fast my chair scraped loudly against the floor. "Can I take the rest of the day off?"
"Of course,” she said with a knowing look. I thanked her and
