“No,” she muttered into her palm. One of the insurance adjustors scowled. “Shhh.” Shaking her head in disbelief, she scooped up her pen and notebook, grabbed her purse, and stood. “Excuse me,” she whispered, making her way past the attorney sitting to her left. Another attorney sitting in the row behind threw up his hands. “Hey, sit down,” he scolded, not bothering to keep his voice lowered. “You’re blocking the monitor.” She gave him a vacant look and turned for the door, fully aware everyone in the room, including Greer, now watched. Her hands pushed through the doors, and she quickly glanced up and down the empty hallway. How could she have been so stupid? She moved in the direction of the lobby, questions swirling inside her mind. But one topic parked itself front and center. When exactly had Greer gotten romantically involved with Alexa?
