Joe walked off the elevator to the front door, stood for a moment looking out into the cold. He’d never done this before, obviously, and he wasn’t sure how things would work out. Stepping outside, he set off down the sidewalk, coat wrapped tightly around his body. He didn’t want to be late.
Later that night, he sat in his room, nursing a drink. The phone rang twice and then fell silent. Finishing his drink, he headed out to drive home. He didn’t want the kids to be the ones to find her.