4
SKYLAR
“You’re late,” my boss Julie snipped, her eyes like flint.
“I’m sorry,” I hurried past her for the employee cubicles to unload my bag and water bottle. “I got caught up reorganizing the pantry—.”
“Two days ago it was your sister’s linen closet,” Julie cut me off.
I bit back my annoyance at being talked over. God knew I experienced enough of that at home. “It won’t happen again,” I promised, my hands as shaky as my voice.
“I’ve heard that one before.”
I cringed beneath her sarcastic tone and the truth of her words. Seeing as how my head was in the clouds as my sister often said, I couldn’t help how easily distractions pulled me away from responsibilities.
A burst of giggles sounded from the toy store’s showroom, a crash following on its heels.
“Now what?” Julie cursed and
