“I need you in my conference room this morning.”

I locked my office door and walked down the hall to the elevator.

Traffic on Colfax Avenue was heavy, full of delivery trucks and morning commuters.

I drove past the corner bakery where Daniel and I had bought our wedding cake three years ago.

The brick storefront was being painted gray.

I parked in the law office visitor lot and rode the elevator to the fourth floor.

I walked into the Sloan Family Law conference room at a quarter past ten.