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Chapter no 11

The Coworker

SETH DOESNโ€™T LOOKย any better than I do.

His dark hair is disheveled, and his shirt is a bit wrinkled, which is unusual for him. Seth is all about crisp white shirts. I was never sure if he took them out to be dry-cleaned or if his wife ironed them for him. Given the continued absence of his wedding band, the latter could explain why his shirt is wrinkled.

โ€œHey, Nat.โ€ His brown eyes are full of concern when he sees me. โ€œAre you okay?โ€

โ€œFine,โ€ I croak out as I settle into the chair in front of his desk.

โ€œJesus, what a mess.โ€ He rakes his fingers through his hair, which makes it even messier. โ€œIโ€™m sorry I didnโ€™t take you seriously yesterday.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s okay. I canโ€™t blame you.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m kind of surprised you didnโ€™t call out today,โ€ he says. โ€œIf you need the day offโ€ฆโ€

I shake my head. โ€œNo, Iโ€™d rather work.โ€ โ€œYou sure?โ€

โ€œAbsolutely. Better to keep my mind off of it.โ€

โ€œYeah. Yeah, that makes sense.โ€ He closes his eyes and rubs them with his fingertips. โ€œI hope Dawn is okay.โ€

I want to say something like,ย Iโ€™m sure she is.ย But that wouldnโ€™t be what I really think. So I keep my mouth shut.

โ€œI spoke to a detective on the phone this morning,โ€ Seth adds. โ€œDetectiveโ€ฆ Santoro? He said heโ€™s going to come by and interview everyone.โ€

โ€œOh.โ€ I squirm in my seat. The last thing I want is to get grilled by that detective a second time. He was nice enough, but the thought of talking to him again makes a cold sweat break out on the back of my neck. โ€œYou know what? I think I might go home after all. I justโ€ฆ I feel like my head is spinning. And I hardly slept at all last night.โ€

โ€œOf course.โ€ Sethโ€™s eyes soften. โ€œTake the day off. If you want, you can forward all your calls to my office.โ€

My shoulders relax. โ€œThanks, Seth.โ€

โ€œJust stick around until the detective gets here, then you can head home.โ€

The cold sweat returns. โ€œWhat?โ€

Seth looks down at his Rolex. โ€œItโ€™s no big deal. He should be here in thirty minutes. Maybe less. He said before ten.โ€

โ€œYes, butโ€ฆโ€ I press my fingers into my left temple. โ€œI have a splitting headache. And I already talked to that detective yesterday. So Iโ€™m sure he doesnโ€™t need to talk to me again.โ€

โ€œActually, he specifically asked me if you would be there and said he needed to talk to you.โ€

โ€œOh.โ€ Fantastic. โ€œI guess Iโ€™ll stay then.โ€

I shift in my seat, wondering what else that detective could possibly want to ask me about. I already told him everything I know. It seems like a waste of time, but now that Seth has told me I have to stay, I donโ€™t have much of a choice. I canโ€™t walk out and claim ignorance.

Seth toys with a ballpoint pen on his desk. Once again, my eyes are drawn to the tan line from his missing wedding band. He follows my gaze to his ring finger. I look away, but itโ€™s too late.

โ€œMelinda and I split up,โ€ he says. โ€œIโ€™m so sorry to hear that.โ€

He arches his right eyebrow. โ€œAre you?โ€

Something catches in my throat. Iโ€™m not sure what to make of his tone of voice. He doesnโ€™t sound angry. More likeโ€ฆ curious.

โ€œI am,โ€ I say.

His eyebrow stays raised. โ€œAre you still seeing Caleb?โ€ โ€œYes.โ€

He nods. โ€œHe seems like a nice guy.โ€ โ€œHe is.โ€

โ€œGood.โ€

I still have that catch in my throat. I feel like Iโ€™m going to choke or something. โ€œI better get back to my desk.โ€

Seth nods and turns back to his computer screen. But I can feel his eyes on me as I leave the room.

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