Billie.
I dropped the last bottle of bleach into the laundry basket. The handle dug into my palm, heavy with supplies. I glanced at my phone: 7:02 p.m. I had until 8:40 to be back at the estate. Plenty of time.
“Temperatures dropping tonight, folks, dipping into the low forties. Bundle up, stay warm, but no rain in the forecast. Just don't jump in the lake haha.”The radio crackled from the speaker near the registers.
I paid, thanked the cashier, and headed toward the exit, basket swinging against my hip. My phone buzzed in my pocket.
Unknown number.
I hesitated, then answered.
“Hello?”
“Billie? Oh my god, it’s Mills!”A familiar voice came through.
Mills, my colleague from Judy’s Fast Food. We hadn’t spoken in a while.
“Mills? Wow. It’s been forever.”
“Too long! You okay?”She a
