CHAPTER 7

MILLIE'S POV

I was woken up by the loud alarm I sent on my phone.

The clock on my phone seemed to blink at me as if it knew how late I was running with each stride out of my shoebox apartment.

Already five minutes behind schedule, my anxiety made it feel like lead in my feet.

Fingers fumbled with keys while I locked the house,

"Fuck! "I swore under my breath at that cab screeching into position.

I quickly got in and settled in the backseat.

"Where to?" he asked, eyeing me in his rearview mirror.

"Just get me to the restaurant,” I said, tossing a few crumpled bills onto the seat. It wasn't nearly enough, but I had no choice. "And step on it. I'm already late."

He nodded, and the cab lurched forward down into the morning traffic, honking here and there.

I was a mass of anxiety inside my head. Cassie would kill me if I was late, not to mention I had to collect her damn coffee.

Ah, well, the coffee definitely ranked last in my thoughts right then.

The cab finally pulled up outside the r