Tristan's POV:
When she fails to answer me, I know something is wrong. I glance down at my watch. It's coming up for five.
I never leave before five but right now this is the last place she needs to be.
"Get your stuff together," I demand before darting into my office to collect my coat and laptop bag.
She's ready when I return. I start up an inane conversation, just in case anyone is paying us any attention and then offer to walk her out. She smiles appreciatively at me as I lead her towards the lift.
When the doors close behind us, I ask my question again.
"What happened?"
"My sister called. She's not coming home."
I scrunch up my face as I try to understand how that is even possible. Surely her sister realises that their mother is dying and that she needs to come home.
"Does she know how serious it is?"
I'm trying to be understanding but really I want to give her sister a clip around the ear.