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all so surreal. I still can’t get ahold of my parents. I’m really starting to freak out, cooped up in here. We had this huge fight last night because I wanted to drive to their house to make sure they were OK and Liam went on this rant about how if we left the apartment we would die. He actually said that. We would die if we left.” Christine huffed from her nostrils.
    “Wow. I told you he was nuts,” Allison said as she stood up and walked over to her closed door.
    There were multiple people yelling and their shouts rose high in panic. She placed her hand on the doorknob and let it rest there, deciding whether she should open it or not.
    “What’s that?” Christine asked, the faint screams echoing through the phone.
    “I don’t know,” Allison replied. “Let me find out. Maybe someone finally went crazy and tried to murder Shale, not like we all haven’t thought about it.”
    Christine let out a breathy laugh. She remembered all the times she wished she could’ve kill the senior partner. But all at once her face tightened as she realized what her friend was about to do. “No!” she yelled as her back stiffened. “Stay there!”
    Allison was already in the hall though and Christine heard the shrill cry of her friend. Reflex told her to pull the phone away from her ear before the drum burst, but she couldn’t move. Her body was rigid.
    “Allison!” she cried out, her voice high and shrill.
    Liam came running from the bedroom. He tripped over a box and caught himself on the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. When he saw Christine on the floor with the phone to her ear, tears streamed down her cheeks, he didn’t say anything. He rest a hand on his hip, turned on the spot, and ran his other hand through his unkempt hair.
    Christine sobbed, choking on her every breath. “Allison?”
    There was no answer.
    She hung up the phone and threw it to the floor. Her shoulders shook as she bawled into her hands.
    Liam paced in a circle before he doubled over, hands on his knees, to catch his breath. He removed his red-rimmed glasses and wiped at his face. Pull it together , he told himself in his head. Your fiancé needs you. He walked over and bent down into a squat to wrap his arms around her. He let her cry into his chest as he stroked her hair.
    “We have to go…we have to go to…my parents’…” Christine said in between sobs, her words muffled by his navy blue t-shirt.
    Liam continued to pet her hair, squeezing her to him. “We can’t,” he said in a steady voice. “I’m sorry. We can’t.” He held onto Christine as her body jarred violently.
    It was the first time his accent didn’t make her swoon. She wanted to punch him. Her best friend was dead. She thought about the last time she saw Allison at work and her eyes burned with tears.
     
     
     
    VII.
     
     
    Christine Moore sat at her desk and watched the minutes tick by on her watch. She held her breath as she waited for the last one to fall away, hoping Mr. Shale didn’t call everyone into the conference room for another emergency meeting. The further the pension fund smuggler’s case progressed, the nuttier her boss was over it. This lead to them working long nights and very little time with Liam. That’s why she planned a special night for him and, so far, the stars had aligned and everything was going as planned. Step one was to leave the office on time.
    Only twenty seconds left until six o’clock.
    She listened to the sounds of her fellow lawyers and their assistants as they shuffled around the office. She dreaded seeing one of their faces pop up in her doorway to call her away.
    Ten seconds left.
    Purse in hand, she poised herself to spring up from her chair when the big hand hit the twelve.
    Five seconds.
    “Oh there you are,” Allison’s voice called as she leaned against Christine’s doorway with her arms folded.
    Christine’s shoulders sank as she settled back into her chair. “If you’re here to