The office was bustling with activity, phones ringing and keyboards clattering, but all I carried on my face was worry.

I barely managed a grumbly response to Mary’s cheerful greeting before sinking into my chair. My desk looked like it was waiting to swallow me whole, files stacked high and my notes scattered across the surface.

The story on Medics Care still sat unfinished, and the hearing was set for twelve. Just an hour left.

I hadn’t seen Director Caius all morning either. Strange. We had left from the same house, though I hadn’t checked if he was gone when I slipped out. Separate apartments. Separate lives. That was the...