Chapter 88

• CHAPTER 88
• Caleb spent most of his hours staring in Jane's direction. With her barely speaking, the office was unusually quiet, which did no good to the tension he was already feeling inside. The only sound that could be heard was the whirring of the air conditioner.
• He returned his gaze to the mail he had been composing and blinked at the screen, trying hard to mentally retrieve whatever it was he wanted to write earlier, but it was futile, he had lost his train of thought.