Penny nodded.
No one was making pizza. The store wasn't closed, but the employees stood huddled around the cash register, their voices a low murmur in the quiet restaurant.
"Penny!" Brad, the manager, called when he saw her. He came around the counter and shook her arm. "Are you looking for Josh? He's not here. Boy, am I glad to see you!"
"Why?" Penny asked, swallowing hard in her dry mouth. "Where is he?"
"Looking for you, of course!"
"He's okay?" she breathed, her legs almost giving out beneath her. Pierre braced her shoulders and held her up.
"Yes, he's fine." The manager practically beamed. "He was doing a delivery out on the state line. We couldn't reach him on his phone and didn't know he was okay until he got back." Brad chuckled. "Turned out he didn't even know about the torn
