Shylah
I’d meant to ask Mayor Quinn about Khalil’s potential training at the packhouse, but after that heated exchange earlier, I knew I needed to tread carefully. My emotions were still too raw, and I couldn’t allow myself to let my guard down again.
Instead, I scrolled to Kyle’s number. He’d been kind and approachable so far, and he seemed like the right person to help without complicating things further. I pressed the call button, hoping for a straightforward conversation and some clarity.
"Hello, Shylah. How’s everything going?" Kyle's familiar voice came through the phone, warm and inviting.
"Oh, it could be better, Kyle, much better," I replied, exhaling softly.
"Well, what can I do for you today?"
"A few things, actually," I began, hesitating for a moment. "Umm, is there anoth
