The shouting started the moment Kieran D'Angelo stepped out of the elevator.
"My wife is alive."
The words hit the floor like a gunshot.
Heads snapped up. Conversations died mid-sentence. Assistants froze behind their desks, fingers hovering uselessly over keyboards. A junior executive actually dropped his tablet, the clatter echoing far louder than it should have.
"I said she's alive!" Kieran roared into the phone, striding down the corridor without slowing. "I don't care what the reports say. I don't care I saw. I saw her. This afternoon. At the mall. She couldn't remember me."
People stared.
Some exchanged glances. Others quickly looked away, pretending very hard to be invested in absolutely nothing. The whispers began almost immediately.
Did he say his wife?
But she's dead…
Or has their don finally run mad?
Kieran didn't hear any of it. His world had narrowed to a single truth pounding in his skull.
