Ashley's POV 

  “I think it's yours.” He pointed to my handbag, which I had placed on the next chair, and I nodded, fishing it out.

  As if I hadn't known it was mine.

  Goodness, I sure hope the caller had a hundred million dollars to loan me for interrupting such an important moment of life and death.

  “A minute, please.”

  Waving me off with an understanding smile, he turned back to his computer while I excused myself.

  “Hey, honey.”

  It was Gracie, and if I'm not mistaken, her voice sounded a bit shaky as she sniffed, and my heartbeat started thudding in anxiety.

  “What's wrong?" I asked 

  Knitting my brows,...