After skirting into the CVS parking lot, I pulled on an oversize sweatshirt and pulled the hood up. I didn’t want anyone to see me here, especially buying the morning-after pill. I refused to be caught dead here by someone from Redwood. That’d be the end of my life. Literally.
I scurried past the automatic doors and into the pharmacy, glancing up at the signs above each aisle. Not aisle one. Nor two. Nor three. Four maybe? My hands were sweating now.
Where the hell is—
Where the hell is—“Can I help you with something?”
I jumped back in surprise and placed a hand over my pounding heart. A kid, who looked to be only a couple of years older than me, stood next to me with a huge smile on his face. My gaze dropped to his name tag—Jim.
“Oh! Um …” I swallowed nervously and bounced on my toes
