Mathew.

When we finally pulled up in front of the company, I sat in the car for a long moment, feeling my nerves twist in my stomach. I hesitantly took out my cell phone, holding it in my hand and staring at the screen, debating with myself about what I should do next.

My thumb hovered over Alex's name in my contact list. I knew I should call him, let him know that I was downstairs with his daughter, Viola, and that I was coming up to see him. But every time I scrolled to his name, I just ...