Lana had paused deliberately before ending her question with the word “Ma’am”. It was as if she were trying to emphasize Angela’s older age.
She had called me “Sweetie” and Angela “Ma’am”.
Heavens. Was she trying to get me killed?
I was sandwiched between two gorgeous looking young women, yet the thought brought me no joy at all. Instead, I felt cornered. My eyes were wide with panic and my mouth open as I floundered. My cheeks were flushed from fear.
The storm that I had been trying to prevent had finally arrived. It was worse than I had predicted. I was the solitary seagull lost in the fierce storm, wondering in terror when the next gust of wind will send me flying through the skies and crashing into the rocks.
Angela surged forward furiously, her hand darting forward and catching
