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Chapter 42

The door creaked as I slipped into the workspace, and the weight of everyone's stares pressed on me as I settled in one of the chairs. Timmy’s eyes flicked back to the paper, Lucy toyed with her pen, and Mrs. Moore—Mrs. Moore's gaze bored into me, making me want to vanish.

After throwing up for all eternity, I hastily prepared for work. My ankle hurts from spraining it while running down the stairs, and I had to change into flats. Thanks to all that had happened, I was thirty minutes late.

My hair was tied into a low, loose bun, a few strands falling down my face. That was the best I could do with it. I haven’t even had breakfast.

Mrs. Moore narrowed her eyes as she stared at me. “You’re quite early on your first day of work.”

I averted my gaze as my hands played with each other. “I am sorry. I was—“

“I am not interested in any excuses.” Her voice deepened, her eyes darkened, and the air thickened. “I know you think you have Mr. Dawson behind you, but that doesn’t mean you can walk
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