Look My Way
I sat, forcing my shaking hands into my lap.
He studied me for a moment, his voice low. “Wendy, I wanted to talk to you.”
I looked up, searching his eyes. “About what?”
He hesitated. His fingers brushed his glass. “I know I’ve neglected you lately… but about Jane and me—”
The phone on the table buzzed.
Rick’s name flashed across the screen.
Zayne answered. “Rick, what is it?”
“Sir,” Rick’s voice came through, tense, “Ms. Dunn just tried to slit her wrists.”