Abby It’s been two days since I submitted my statement about the footage to the police, and nothing has happened. The health department is taking their sweet time testing my food samples, and there’s nothing more that I can do other than wait. Sleep has become a rare luxury, and my appetite
I feel a bit more relaxed now after that stranger’s kind words; even though I don’t even know his name, he managed to uplift me. And that means a lot. Suddenly, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I slip it out and quirk an eyebrow when I see it’s a call from Karl. I haven’t heard from him since he le
Abby The next few days feel like a blur. I can barely sleep, I can barely eat, and my mind is consumed with thoughts of nothing but my poor restaurant. My phone is ringing off the hook with a combination of calls from worried friends and nosey journalists; I choose to ignore the latter. And all
Abby The next day passes by in a blur. I can’t bear to tell my friends about the call from the health department; not yet, at least. Not until I know for certain. My body feels heavy as I roll out of bed and make my way to the kitchen to make some coffee. It’s already eleven in the morning,
“There’s nothing to fess up to,” I hiss through my teeth, standing. “This is all bullshit!” Without thinking, I grab a nearby pillow and hurl it across the room in a fit of rage. The force of the impact knocks a fragile vase off a side table. It shatters into a thousand pieces on the floor.
Abby I approach the door cautiously, my heart pounding in my chest. The events of the past few days have left me on edge, and every unexpected sound or visitor sends a jolt of anxiety through me. I peer through the peephole, and my eyes widen in surprise when I see Officer Martinez standing on t
Karl I watch the screen of my phone go dark as Abby abruptly hangs up. My worry for her is only intensifying as time goes on, but I know I can’t rush to the city right now. I have a meeting scheduled to hire my election manager in ten minutes, and as much as I want to be by Abby’s side, I ha
Abby After letting Officer Martinez out the back door, the loneliness and fear begins to set in again. Even though there’s a police car keeping watch, I can’t help but feel on edge. The front of my house is a media frenzy, and I feel like a target in more ways than one. Finding myself unable to