Phoebe Lockwood must have remembered something, because tears began to fall uncontrollably. They streamed down her face as she sobbed, "My dad's not well. What if he has a heart attack in there? This is all your fault. I hate you! Claire Sinclair, I hope you die a horrible death!"
After her outburst, she turned, walked to her desk, and started packing her things with her head down.
Claire Sinclair frowned. 'I have a strange feeling about this.'
Phoebe Lockwood's entire family was strange, to be sure, but it was obvious they were a close-knit group.
Still, Phoebe was lucky to have parents who doted on her so much.
'Thinking about my own situation... it's the comparisons that hurt.'
Claire Sinclair sighed. A motherless child had to be self-reliant. 'I have to work even harder.'
Once Phoebe Lockwood finished packing, she left. Her dejected figure left her colleagues speechless for a long time, and an unprecedented gloom fell over the office.
