Margot POV
Over the next couple of days, I found myself distracted at work.
Ordinarily, I was thinking about Rhett.
People often called it a bad feeling when something seemed wrong before you knew why.
I couldn’t find a better name for the uneasiness sitting in my chest.
That afternoon, Simone suddenly called me.
“Ellen isn’t feeling well. She’s dizzy and nauseous.”
Her voice carried a tone of anxiety and nervousness.
“Come home as soon as you can.”
I immediately put down my work and took a cab home.
Ellen looked surprised when she saw me.
“What are you doing at home? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
“You’re not feeling well.”
I walked over and pressed the back of my hand to her forehead.
“What happened? Do you have a cold?”
“Oh, it’s nothing serious.”
She waved me off.
