Duncan's throat burned as he forced out the words, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am…" His gaze drifted away from her, settling on the window where the morning sun poured in, almost mocking him with its warmth. He swallowed hard before adding, "Why are you here? Where's Orson?"
Cammy sighed, rubbing her tired eyes. Though she had just woken up, she felt anything but refreshed. Every muscle in her body ached from sleeping in the uncomfortable reclining chair, and the dull throbbing behind her eyes told her she hadn't truly rested.
"He went home," she murmured, stretching her sore limbs. "He has a family, Duncan. A wife, a newborn. They need him, too. And since you won't be in the office for a while, he has to be there early to manage everything in your absence."
