Chapter Nine
Faith scrolled through the newsfeed on her social media account, chuckling at some of the posts, rolling her eyes at some, and sharing others on her own page. Her hand reached absently for the sandwich baggie of baby carrots, her fingers digging their way into the soft, malleable plastic until they came into contact with the cold, wet veggie nubs. Bringing one out, she bit it in two as she raised her hand with the remaining half pinched between thumb and forefinger and waved awkwardly.
“Just made fresh coffee,” she murmured around the food to her boss who had just entered the small kitchen-style breakroom at the office.
“You are all that is good and holy,” Jill said, raising her travel mug in salute as she walked over to the coffeemaker placed on the counter next to the fri
