The office feels empty without Allie in it. Several times I find myself walking back to the window and looking out at the bay. Is this what she did while I was gone? Watch the boats pass and wonder where they were headed? Maybe even wonder what I’m up to? Ha. Fat chance.
I do my best to dive into the multitude of emails I have waiting for me from the rest of the board, but my mind consistently floats to thoughts of Allie and Zelia. What were they talking about? Where they talking about me? And if they were, what kind of things would Zelia even say about me? What about Allie?