Gabriella

“Do you want me to go into the building with you?” Deidra asked.

I looked at the building where I’d worked for the last two-plus years. “I’m good on my own. Should I call or text you when I’m ready to leave?” I shook my head. “This is new and a bit odd.”

Deidra smiled. “Your husband is obviously concerned. In my line of work, if someone is concerned, there’s a reason. Text is fine. You have my number.” ...