God please, this was not happening. What was this happening to her? What had she done wrong to unearth her past so blatantly, even bringing it - him - to her work place?
No, no, no, no, no, was the reoccurring thought in her head as she stared at an obviously distraught image of Jeff screaming at the receptionist at the station. Panic like she had never experienced before pounded in her chest as she watched things unfold almost in a pantomime.
Weirdly enough, she wanted to rush over and hug him in comfort but there was another overwhelming emotion. She wanted to race over, grab his shirt and shake him with the pressing question – where is my daughter? Tess was not going mad. No, she had not lost her marbles. She was quite alright in fact.
