Shirley
“Shirley? Shirley? Is everything okay?”
I blink as I finally acknowledge Alana calling out to me, my vision clearing as I register her concerned features.
“Are you alright?” she tries again.
Am I alright!? I just discovered that the job I was practically lusting after is located in the town I just saved my best friend from. A job that is led by a man I’d swore I’d never see again and was trying to distract myself from. I don’t even know what I am.
“Y- yes,” I manage to say despite the sourness swirling around in my stomach. I know my words are not the least bit convincing as I watch Alana eye me, most likely noticing the lack of color in my cheeks.
“Is there something wrong with the job?” she asks, lifting a brow.
“No, no,” I toss out quickly. “Of course not.”
But it
