Renee’s POV
Now, I’m really screwed. I stand amiss the chaos, letting the reality of what this means sink in. Who knows how long I’ll have to wait in this building until we can get out? He'll freak out if I’m not out of here before Eric gets home tonight.
If Andrew doesn’t report back to Eric soon, he’ll definitely freak out. How am I going to ask Eric to pick up Debbie from school when asking him to drop her off was already an issue?
Numb, I drag myself back over to the leather seats. I drop onto the cushion, air escapes from the seat, personifying how I feel: deflated.
Around the lobby, men and women in business suits yell into phones, punch their fingertips angrily into keyboards, and bump into one another as they scurry about the building.
I try to look for Andrew, but I don’t
