"Everything's okay, Lucy," Dr. Ramirez attempts to reassure her.
"I can't see my boss like this. I look like a trainwreck."
"I can fix your hair, Luce," her mom offers.
"No, it's not about my hair. Please just tell him I'm sleeping or something."
The words plunge me into a freefall, a nosedive from the pinnacle of Quinn & Wolfe HQ.
I'm the man she met a year ago. A complete stranger. The head of her company. The Big Bad Wolf she used to fear. Not the man who cared for her, who loved her, who screwed up royally with her, and who has been paying the price every goddamned day since.
This isn't just bitter resentment. This is worse. This is a void. A black hole.
Lucy's frustrated groan filters through the door. "Oh, f*****g hell."
"Language, Luce!"
"I know why he's here-it must be a m
