Chapter 43

Melinda stared at the picture of Cecelia, her daughter on the phone and allowed a tear to squeeze out of her eye, holding back the uncontrollable urge to break down and cry.

“Ma’am,” she heard a woman walking through the door of the waiting room, standing in front of her and speaking as gently as possible. She wore a black blazer and matching pants, and her long dark hair was tied back neatly in a ponytail.

She looked young, probably in her early thirties or so. Melinda straightened up as she faced her, wiping away her tears quickly. “Is he here?”

The woman nodded, smiling cautiously. “Yes. Please, come with me.”

Melinda stood up without hesitation, following the woman towards a hallway until they stopped at one of the rooms.

She hesitated momentarily before turning towards her again. “Mr Walsh is waiting for you inside.”

Melinda thanked her before opening the door and stepping into the room, closing it behind her.

It was a large office, decorated elegantly and furnished beautifully.