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Sutton
Monday morning blues were a real thing.
Who had decided that the week started on Monday anyway?
At least waking bright and early gave me an excuse to get out of the house and away from my thoughts. It was hard to think about anything, except measurements and mixing, when I was at the bakery, Death by Chocolate. And my boss, Kimber, at least didn’t have any designs on talking about what had happened with David at the party this weekend. Another blessing.
It was almost three when I finally came up from my working stupor long enough to check my phone and find out I had two missed calls from Morgan.
I told Kimber I was taking a break and headed out back. Morgan answered on the second ring.
“Finally,” she said.
“Hey, Mor. What’s up?”
“I need you to come by the office this afte
