Anna.
For the past two days, I’ve been stuck in the workshop, only leaving at night when the mall closes and occasionally checking the shop floor.
Communication between Jack and me has been radio silent, apart from the call I didn’t answer. When packing and the other later. My cell was in my office, and I was drowning in plain silver honeybee studs that I needed to adorn with diamonds and gems.
You would think that after spending hours in here I’d have made some progress, but no, not at all. Next to me is a small plastic box containing five pears.
Shaking my head, I let out a sigh and drop the tools. My hands ache, my eyes sting, and I need a drink and some food, judging by the sound my stomach is making.
However, as soon as I step outside, I hear, “Anna, someone’s asking for you.”
