RONNELL POV
The rain drummed a relentless pace on the windowpane, mimicking the frantic beat of my heart. Blair's email echoed in my mind, a constant loop of brief sentences. Every second Blair's response lingered in my inbox felt like a drip of ice down my spine.
My desk drawer, a neat stack of her handwritten schedules mocked me with their perfect clarity.
Each word, each number, a testament to her carefulness. It wasn't until Roy's schedule, a scrawled mess of crossed-out lines and incomprehensible numbers, landed on my desk that I truly noticed Blair's perfect handwriting. Now, counting Roy's mistakes felt like a crime.
His words were written roughly and I could hardly understand. I had a feeling of wrongness I hadn't able to shake. And Blair had been no help at all. She had take
