C39 Dontrell’s POV: She’s gone.

The lobby was now scanty, unlike earlier when eyes were everywhere. I sat there, my gaze locked on the clock above the receptionist's desk. Another minute ticked by. Then another. It had been over an hour now, and she still hadn’t returned. I shifted, not caring if anyone looked or spoke in hushed tones; my chest tightened with every passing second, but only because Allison was taking too long