Normally, Jo arrived at work earlier than seven, but today she’d overslept, which hadn’t happened since she was eight weeks pregnant and riddled with morning sickness. All these years had passed and she could still remember morning sickness. And why they called it morning sickness always puzzled her. She’d had it from the moment she woke up until she went to bed. The day she and Brody had married, she’d thrown up three times and could only stomach ginger ale. And when he’d dropped her back off at her dorm after the wedding ceremony she’d been relieved to crawl in her bed. He’d offered to stay, but she’d wanted to be alone. Jo pushed the elevator button for the seventh floor of her office. When the doors opened the receptionist glanced up, relief sparking in her eyes. ‘Thank God you’re here,’ Sammy said. Sammy was in her late thirties, blond, tall and slim. ‘Dr. Anderson has been asking for you.’ Her boss was a renowned expert in forensic psychology and also taught at the university.
