Since Zara had been gone for so many days, fear gnawed at her the moment she stepped into Ashford Holdings. Her heart pounded as she walked through the glass doors, half-expecting whispers, judgmental stares… or worse, a termination letter.
But instead
“Zara!”
“You’re back!”
“Did you find your daughter?”
“Is she okay?”
Her coworkers rushed toward her, faces filled not with scorn but concern. Relief. Genuine happiness. The warmth stunned her.
She blinked. How do they all know?
“Did Adrian… tell you?” she asked hesitantly, turning to one of the employees.
The woman shook her head. “No… it was Rosey.”
Zara froze.
Rosey?
The same Rosey who never hid her dislike for her? The one always waiting for a reason to mock or belittle?
Shock tightened Zara’s chest. What is she up to now?
