Desperate Fears

Eleanor Sterling stared at the door long after Elena walked out, her hand still resting on the edge of her desk.

Her office suddenly felt too small, too quiet. She could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall.

She pushed herself away from the desk and stood quickly, almost too quickly.

She began pacing around her office.

She pressed her palm to her forehead, dragging it down her face.

“What the