That stomach that had earlier dropped to floor had now completely fled the building when she entered the lobby and saw Charlie standing there. Shit. This was not how this was suppose to go. It was an odd hour and everyone was suppose to be asleep. Deep breath, Tanya, deep breath
She attempted to follow her own advice, but her breath hitched when she saw what Charlie was holding. An old, worn, extremely familiar photograph. Oh no.
"Can I see that?" She tried to keep her voice calm and casual, but the tense undertones were hard to hide and she doubted she could hide the panic in her eyes. Of all the people she could run into, why did it have to be this one?