That night, Lynn Thorne tossed and turned in bed, sighing constantly.
Georgia Thorne couldn't sleep either. "Sis, don't worry. We'll find the money somehow."
"I hope so."
The next morning, Georgia Thorne clutched her aching arm as soon as she arrived at work.
She had been bumped on the bus, and the pain was so sharp it almost brought tears to her eyes.
Rolling up her sleeve, she glanced at the spot. The skin was a bruised mess of purple and blue, a ghastly sight against her fair complexion.
During her lunch break, Nancy Hughes called to ask how her arm was doing.
Georgia clutched her arm and said it was nothing. Seeing that no one was around, she lowered her voice and asked, "Nancy, is Elliot Sheridan at the office?"
"Aren't you dating our CEO? Why are you asking me!"
'Could they have gotten into a fight?'
Nancy Hughes's department was quite a distance from Elliot Sheridan's office.
