Abby
Chloe leaving sends me into a spiral.
Hot tears begin to prick at the backs of my eyes as I watch her fading form. Some of my other employees are starting to trickle in, with Daisy at the helm, who nearly ran face-first into the slamming door as Chloe brushed past her without so much as a greeting.
“Geez,” Daisy says, swinging the door open with a confused look on her face. Her ankle is all wrapped up in an Ace bandage, but she seems much better after she rolled it. Ethan comes in behind her. I’ve noticed recently that the two of them seem thick as thieves, but I pretend not to notice. It’s sweet, but it’s not my business.
Daisy jerks her head toward Chloe as she approaches the bar. “What’s her problem?”
I shake my head and try to steady myself over my coffee. “N
