WHY HAVE I LOST YOU?
PHOENIX, ARIZONA
Around the Same Time
“Lydia, can you hold my calls? Thanks.” Daniel released the speaker-phone button on his office phone and then turned toward his computer monitors.
He heard Lydia yell from her cubicle down the hall, “Sure. I’m going on my break. See you in a half-hour.” She took her handbag and walked to the front door.
Daniel failed to respond. Lydia was a trusted legal assistant and a workaholic. He often relied upon her to not only organize his schedule, but he also bounced off legal strategies with her when he came to an impasse. Today was different. It was a hot, Friday afternoon. Daniel should have left the office early so that he could avoid the traffic. But he forgot. A lot was on his mind lately. If he drove home now, then he would be
