Helen slipped her phone back into her pocket after Delilah’s call, exhaling as she finished wiping down the café’s last table.
She glanced around, dimming the lights before locking the door behind her.
At least she could head home without worrying too much about her friends—they were out of that police station mess, and she’d catch up with them tomorrow to hear all about it.
She was exhausted and, knowing she’d be too drained to cook, stopped by a takeout place to grab chicken nuggets and a couple of rice bowls.
The scent wafted from the bag, making her stomach rumble.
It wasn’t the dinner she’d imagined, but it would do for tonight.
Inwardly, a flicker of disappointment remained. Their plan hadn’t gone the way she’d hoped, but at least Delilah and Ruby were safe.
Finally, she
