MEGAN'S POV
The moment I step outside the building, I'm hit by the afternoon air, cool and brisk against my heated skin.
People are milling about, some chatting near the entrance, others heading toward the parking lot.
A few look my way, and I wonder if they overheard the confrontation inside or if I just look as unsettled as I feel.
I clench the bouquet Vance gave me a little tighter, the stems pressing into my palm. My hand's trembling slightly, but I force it to steady.
Get it together, Megan.
I spot Caitlin standing by my car with her tablet wedged under her arm. She perks up when she sees me.
I shove the heaviness in my chest down to my legs and walk toward her confidently.
"Ms. Pierce," Caitlin greets softly, her eyes scanning my face with concern. "Are you alright?"
"I'm f
