CHAPTER 55
Two months later
Jillian was exhausted. At least her uncle Joseph’s office had air conditioning, but she was still sweltering after braving the Seattle summer heat to grab a burrito from the little taco stand across the street.
She’d have indigestion for the rest of the afternoon, but the extra sour cream and onions were worth every second of discomfort.
She glanced at the clock. She had to leave half an hour early today for her doctor’s appointment.
“Jillian, could you go get these ready to go out in tomorrow’s mail?” her supervisor, Misty, asked.
Jillian nodded, even though she had just sat down and hated the idea of getting back on her feet again.
Oh, well. Working for her uncle Joseph was far less physically demanding than any other job she could think of, and the pay
