The wind was already picking up when Emma stepped out of the house.
The sky had dimmed to that strange, heavy shade of gray that came before a storm, clouds rolling like waves over the city. She tightened her coat around her and started down the road, the chill brushing against her skin.
Her phone rang.
She glanced down and it was Alexa calling.
Emma sighed softly before answering.
“Hey.”
“Hey? Where are you?” Alexa’s voice came through, light but edged with concern. “I came back and didn’t see you. Don’t tell me you went out— it’s about to pour!”
“I’m heading to the office,” Emma said, dodging a small puddle as thunder rumbled somewhere far away.
“At this hour?”
“I just need to drop off a report for Lucian. He has a meeting tomorrow morning and—”
“Emma,” Alexa cut in, exasperate
