Hannah's POV

　　After comforting me for a bit, Christian let go of my hand. He was called by our boss, so he had to leave. I sat on the small couch in my office, my head resting lightly against the back of the couch. The silence in the room stretched thin with the weight of everything going on in my head.

　　My phone buzzed sharply against the desk, shattering the fragile quiet. I took a deep sigh, and slowly I reached for the phone.

　　Lyla.

　　The ...