AGAINST ALL ODDS

As soon as Audrey stepped outside, she paused, her hand hovering mid-air. A sudden wave of realization washed over her.

"Wait a minute…" she muttered, her brow furrowing. "I don’t even know where Zach works!" She placed a palm on her forehead, the coolness of her skin a sharp contrast to the heat rising in her cheeks. "What kind of wife am I?" she whispered to herself, frustration and guilt twisting in her stomach. Her thoughts swirled like a storm.

She began to pace, her heels clicking against the pavement, her fingers tapping against her lips as if coaxing a memory to surface. Then, it struck her like a bolt of lightning. "Anna! Of course!" She let out a breathless laugh, feeling a rush of relief. "You're such a fool, Audrey," she chided herself softly. "Why panic when you have a personal assistant like Anna?"

With renewed determination, she reached into her bag, fingers fumbling for her phone. Her heart sank when she realized it wasn't there. "Shit," she cursed under her breath. S