housed several professional offices, including a family counseling center, a legal services firm, and a small medical practice.
There was nothing that explained why my husband had been there.
I considered walking inside, but I stopped myself.
I had no right to demand information from strangers, and I wasn’t going to turn my fear into an excuse to invade someone else’s privacy.
Instead, I drove home.
For the rest of the morning, I tried to work.
At noon, Eliam sent me a message.
How’s your day going?
I stared at