Claire’s POV

I was working at my desk days later when the wall clock struck 9 AM. I caught the sound of page turns and the rain became a light drizzle by mid-morning, and little beads of water ran lopsidedly down the glass window, as if calling me. I grabbed my coat off the peg and felt the wet, coarse wool stick to my flesh. I folded the note, invoices, and documents and shoved them into my briefcase, snapping the latch shut with a clacking noise that echoed in my office.

I was headed to ...