Chapter 5: Stranger Danger
The shock must have finally been too much for Trent. When Sasha came for him at the end of the day, he wasn’t in her office. He wasn’t at the water cooler or in the women’s (or men’s) restroom. Heart pounding, pits sweating, she fled down to the parking lot for any sign of his--no, her--face. But he was nowhere to be found.
She wanted to throw up. She wanted to scream. But Abraham needed his dinner.
“One damn thing at a time,” she sighed. After calling her cell phone for the umpteenth time, she took a deep breath…and prayed that whatever Trent was doing in her body…he did it responsibly.
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Sasha’s neighborhood was a colony of duplexes not far from the office. Originally a complex of rustic town homes, the Recession had done a number on the local economy
