“I’ll tell you what I told that other woman,” Bob ranted. “I don’t know where the hell he’s gone and if I wanted to be a messenger service, I’d get a job in a call centre.”
“What other woman?” Hana asked, regretting the question the second it emerged from her lips.
“The one who keeps ringing!” Bob snapped. “His girlfriend.” He ended the call and Hana dropped the phone as though it was contaminated.
The call left her rattled and Hana distracted herself with work, not allowing herself the luxury of searching for an explanation. A curious numbness sank into her soul and she beat herself up for almost making a fool of herself. When Logan appeared looking wasted with his hair sticking up around his head like a halo, Hana avoided any physical contact and treated him like any other colleague.
