She called him into the office and shut the door. He still looked shattered as he slumped into the chair at the side of her desk. “How are you doing?” she asked him softly. “Will you be okay tonight?” He gave a tiny shrug. “Maybe you should stay with a family member,” Paula suggested, “so you’ll have someone to talk to?” He nodded. “I’ll be going to my brother’s house.” “Good.” She paused. “I’m so sorry, Oliver. I know Heather meant a lot to you.” He was staring vacantly at the wall. “I don’t know what to think…what to say.” “Did you see her yesterday?” “Yes.” “And she seemed okay?” “She was fine,” he said dully. Paula sensed this wasn’t the time to ply him with questions. Maybe later. His head was in a fog right now. “Shall I drop you at your brother’s place?” she offered. “No, thank you. I’ll be okay.” “You can take the rest of the week off, if you like.” “It’s better I work,” he said, shaking his head.
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