When no one answered, she knocked again, her heart racing as she tried the handle—only to find the office empty. A wave of cold dread washed over her. She turned to the receptionist, her voice trembling with urgency. “Where is Dr. Wilson?” she demanded, her mind reeling.
The receptionist looked up in surprise. “Wasn’t he with you, Susan?” she asked, frowning. “He hasn’t passed through here.” Panic surged as Susan and Ruby exchanged frantic glances. “Maybe he just stepped out,” Ruby suggested, though her voice was tinged with uncertainty.