Unseen Evidence

Stella

As soon as the door opens and Mr. Mercer’s figure appears in the doorway, my heart jumps into my throat.

A palpable wave of embarrassment washes over me; I’m suddenly painfully aware of my disheveled appearance.

My hair is pulled back into a messy bun, a few stray locks defiantly escaping, and my clothes are not the crisp, chef whites that once defined my professional persona but rather a