**Callan

It was like my body felt her presence before I even saw her. An uncomfortable weight settled on my shoulders, and my desire to breathe or work or do anything just totally dissipated.

When I heard my office door open, I didn’t even look up. I knew her by the clack of her high heels on the marble tile, by the smell of her too-sweet perfume.

“What are you doing here?” I muttered without looking up from my computer. ...