“Claire?” Kevin’s voice came from the dark near the elevators.

He walked quickly toward me, his rubber-soled shoes squeaking softly on the polished linoleum.

He stopped two feet away, his arms hovering uncertainly as he looked down at my face.

“What happened?” he asked softly, his jaw tight as he searched my eyes.

“She left a message,” I said, my voice barely audible in the wide hallway.

“Did she ask about the baby?” Kevin asked.

I shook my head slowly, keeping my eyes on the little metal drain in the fountain.