The Coworker

by Freida McFadden

Just when I’m about to hang up, two words are spoken in a tortured female voice that send an icy chill down my spine: “Help me.” And then the line goes dead.

Whatever else you can fake, it’s hard to fake being a genuinely kind person. It’s also exceedingly rare.

After all, there’s nothing that binds two people like a shared secret.