Just Passing By

Zara

"Good evening, sir," I said the moment I took in the full face of the person standing on my doorstep, my voice coming out steadier than I felt.

Vance stood there in a dark hoodie, hands in his pockets, looking nothing like the man who sat behind that big desk barking out instructions during the day.

"I heard your sister was discharged today," he said, and I nodded slowly, still trying to proc