Chapter 9Summer ran a hand through her hair for the fortieth time in the same hour. She watched from the front desk as the last person in the gym left with his fitness bag over his shoulder. He didn’t even bother to wave. She murmured a small, “Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and other such niceties,” before she got up again.
She was sure she’d wiped down the gym equipment a half dozen times. Only ten, maybe fifteen people, had come in to use the gym, but every single machine had been cleaned at least twice. Summer went over to the elliptical machine the last customer had been using and started her cleaning process once again.
When the quiet of the gym became too much, she took out her phone for some music. She tried not to be wounded at the lack of messages from Grace. Maybe that was a
