TESSA
Two weeks passed by.
Kyle was discharged from the hospital, and I shifted back to my house. The walls had recovered from the fire.
Maya and I were handling things at the counter when I got a call on the landline. Again, a long-distance delivery. Maya was holding down the front, so I headed upstairs.
I knocked twice before the door opened. Logan stood there, moving aside to let me in.
"Who's taking the long-distance delivery?" I asked, stepping into the living room. The Reapers had been helping me with the deliveries. My second-hand bike was trash now, couldn't even start.
Luckily, Reapers helped me sell it back to a junkyard. I got something out of the deal.
The Reapers shifted their gaze toward me. Across the room, Kyle was lounging on the couch, scrolling social media feeds
