4
Hayley
I turned off the lights, closed and locked the doors, and turned away from the shop. Usually, we closed the store at six in the evening, but sometimes on Fridays, we had more orders than usual, and I always spent one or two more hours trying to get everything done.
This evening, I didn’t have much to do, so I sent my mother ahead to cook us some dinner—I hadn’t eaten since lunch and I was starving.
With my purse slung across my shoulders, I started my walk home. Our small house was in a simple subdivision, just five blocks from the store, which made the commute convenient. If it were up to me, I'd always come to work on foot, but because we had so many deliveries, my mother insisted we drive the car.
I looked up at the sky. It was almost eight at night. At this time of the ye
