Sutton POV
I lock up, the last door secure with Pete gone, me the only one left at the deli. The only sounds that exist are the sounds of my final movements, the sounds of me shutting everything down wanting and needing to escape to my small apartment where I can curl up in a ball, close my eyes and forget about my pain.
I remove my apron, lifting the fishy scented garment over top of my head and tossing it into the hamper. There's nothing left for me to do, all my tasks have been completed. I slightly sigh in relief once I am fully prepared to make way to my home.
With everything done, I reach up and unbunch my hair that has been tied up with an elastic band, letting my thick strands freely flow down my shoulders to my back. The small release having me already feeling more at ease, sin
