Just what in the hell was that?
I sat behind my desk, eyes fixed on a random corner of the wall, replaying the morning over and over again. Delilah crying. The girls around her. The way she broke down and then… what? She said she thought she'd hate them, but by the end, she looked almost at peace. Was she worse now or better? I couldn't tell anymore.
Four hours. Four damn hours. Nala still hadn't shown up at the office. What were they talking about that long? Every minute that passed chewed away at my nerves. I needed answers—but at the same time, I didn't. Part of me was terrified to know what they'd decided.
"Who are you?"
The voice snapped me out of my head. I turned left and saw a woman standing by the door, hand on her hip, sharp brown eyes behind even sharper glasses.
She looked… familiar. But from where?
