Too Late, Mr. Thorne

d he needed a special treatment, an

at kind of money

's secret, his girlfriend, tucked a

d in his company's marketing

ower that scraped the sky, a place

ee him, to be

met me instead, her sm

al meeting, Sarah. H

cy, Jessica. It'

bled, but she

sonal account if it's urgent. He'

father didn't

the clock on the wall ticking like

elt heavy

l again and again, n

e's soft, pitying voice told me Dad

king annoyed, like I

ill doing here? Jessica

dle

stealing my breath, but rage, cold

p, my leg

to waste your

furrowed,

you talk

id, my voice flat,

ing him standing there, a king