Chapter 9
Friday
Lizzie purposely drove by herself over to the office early the following morning, her conversation with Annie repeating on a loop in her head that had rendered her unable to sleep much at all.
Donny had tried his best to talk her down off the ledge, but hadn’t succeeded, and finally ceased his attempt by saying, “Well, just remember, Liz, Nathan must have a good reason.”
With her husband’s words ringing in her ears, she got off the elevator, marched straight down the hall to Nathan’s office, and was dismayed to see that although his light was on and his suit jacket was draped over the back of his chair, her boss was nowhere in sight.
“One way or another, he and I will have a talk today,” she muttered under her breath as she stalked her way to the coffeepot in the brea
