Daphne quickly made her way down to the parking garage of Elliot Bay Towers and climbed into her car. With no real plan for where to go, she simply began driving aimlessly. The entire time, Sherry's hurtful words replayed themselves over and over in her mind. It wasn't so much the insults that hurt, but the fact that Mr. Crane had done nothing to defend her. In the four years she'd been working for the Cranes, Mr. Crane had almost become like a father to her. Sure, they bickered every once in a while, but deep down, they both cared about one another. Or so Daphne had always thought. The fact that Mr. Crane's mind could so easily be swayed by Sherry's opinions infuriated Daphne. After all, Sherry and Mr. Crane had only been seeing each other for a few months. Meanwhile, Daphne had taken care of Mr. Crane for years now. Surely he should've realized Sherry had no right to speak to her that way.
Soon Daphne grew tired of reliving the conversation over and over again in her head. She desperately wanted to talk to someone. Someone she could trust, who would understand the way she felt. She thought of her girlfriends. Daphne had vented about the frustrations of working for the Cranes over many a cup of Nervosa coffee. Time after time, they said they had no idea how she could ever put up with such a stubborn patient. But that was only part of the story. None of her friends knew how Daphne could tell that, even when he and his sons disagreed, Mr. Crane was still very proud of both of them. And she had always felt as if Mr. Crane, being a retired cop, would protect her as if she were his own daughter. Not that he would ever admit such a thing out loud, of course. But Daphne was very good at reading people. None of Daphne's girlfriends knew Mr. Crane well enough to understand these things. But there was one person who just might. Should she really impose on him at a time like this? He was already in the middle of a very painful divorce. And he spent eight hours every day listening to people's problems at work. He certainly didn't need Daphne's problems dumped on him, too. But, no matter how hard Daphne tried, she couldn't come up with any other option. Finally she stopped wandering through downtown Seattle. She knew exactly where she was headed. Soon, she pulled into the parking lot of an elegant apartment building not far from Elliot Bay. She walked up to the large doors and opened them. Just seeing the words on the door made her feel better. In huge letters, they proudly displayed the name of this building: The Montana.