The moment I stepped out of the hospital, I pulled my coat tightly around me; the northern winter was truly biting.

“Mrs. Sandoval, how are you feeling?”

The driver glanced at my pale face through the rearview mirror and hesitantly asked, “Going home?”

I stared blankly out the window. It was only when I heard his question that I tightened my grip on the medical report and tidied my hair.

“Take me to the office.”

I don’t usually come to the office, but relying on memory, I made my way to the top floor. Asher's office door was ajar.

“Mr. Sandoval…”

A sweet voice drifted out, and peering through the...