One Week Later - Monday Morning
The elevator doors opened on the fifteenth floor, and Willow stepped out into the familiar hallway of Callahan Group. A week away hadn't changed anything. It still smelled the same, and everything looked the same. No, what had changed was her. She could feel it in the way she held herself, the way she moved. Like she'd shed an old skin and grown a new one that fit better. Even though it had been wrong, sleeping with Reid had been good for her self-esteem. After the crushing blows of being with Mark, she felt free. She'd needed the time away to see the truth.
She'd spent seven days avoiding phone calls. Mark had left fourteen voicemails, each one more desperate than the last. Apologies, explanations that made no sense knowing where he'd been, sappy declarat
