Chapter 22:

A week later, I still haven't heard from her. Yes, I have her cell on that little piece of paper Tonya gave me the day I met her tucked in my wallet, but she made it clear she didn't want to see me, so I haven't contacted her. I check my phone constantly to see if somehow I've missed her call or maybe a text, but am always disappointed.

"Any messages for me?" I ask for the tenth time since walking in the door today.

"No, Sasha. Not in the five minutes since you last asked. Who is it that you're expecting to hear from? You've been acting really strange since you last went to the mill. Has that place finally cracked you, too?" Tonya jokes, but she has no clue how close to right she actually is.

I don't respond and make my way back to my office. I have a ton of showings this afternoon and need to get in gear. I can't make a living hanging out behind my desk.

Just as I'm about to walk out my door to meet a client, Tonya walks in with a huge grin on her face holding a stack of papers.