Myra cried silently, facing the window as Greg drove her back to Ciaran complex.
The sergeant was quiet the whole ride, and she felt even more embarrassed that he had to see the mess that was her life.
She dropped the file her father had given her on the dashboard. “I will take that from you after Lica’s party this evening. I don’t want to take that into the penthouse.”
Greg nodded.
“Atlas is still picking you up?” He asked. She nodded as he drove into the garage.
Then she opened the door finally, and got out.
“Myra,” Greg called as she began to close the door. She paused,
“I am sorry.” he said.
She smiled tightly, nodded, closed the door, and hurried away.
She wiped her face properly in the elevator as it shot up to the Professor’s penthouse on the 60th floor.
She scanned h
