Ryan
“Hey, Fiona, could you help me find the file for…”
Fiona sniffles and blinks slowly, staring at her computer in a blind daze as she straightens a stack of papers in front of her. She doesn’t see or hear me as I approach, her attention unfocused and not unlike a zombie as she moves sluggishly.
“Fiona,” I say softly, stepping up to her side. I don’t want to scare her, but when she straightens the same stack of paper for the third time while mindlessly staring at her computer and moving with no purpose.
The phone on her desk rings five times before she picks it up.
“Mr. Montgomery’s office, can I help you?” She asks, her voice coming out raspy and hoarse. Then, I notice the tears slowly streaming down her cheeks.
“There’s something wrong with Fiona,” I tell Ethan through our l
