The hollow words sounded exactly like her rehearsed voicemail greeting.

She turned around and walked out through the automatic doors without touching me.

I lowered my hand and gripped the cold metal rim of my left wheel.

The solid steel bit into my palm, grounding me in the quiet lobby.

I rolled myself slowly closer to the huge glass window.

The thick glass felt freezing against my shoulder as I leaned forward to watch the parking lot.

Richard unlocked the silver sedan and opened the trunk to put away his leather briefcase and the blue folder.