14
Zoey
Cora was already waiting for me, impatiently tapping her foot with her arms crossed over her chest. “What took you so long?”
I slowed my pace, my smile dropping. “Sorry. I just got out of class.”
She let out a disgusted sigh and rubbed the center of her forehead, before thrusting a folder at me. “Whatever. Here, just take this.”
I did, asking, “What is it?”
“It’s a half-assed schedule and checklist of everything you’ll need to do before the...” She paused and glanced around before leaning in closer and muttering, “the operation.”
I nodded and started to open it, but she slapped it back closed. “For God’s sake, don’t open it here.”
Holding in a sigh, I slipped it into my backpack. “Why didn’t you just wait to give it to me at home, then?”
“Because I won’t be home tonight. O
