CHAPTER FOURTY
Melinda's pov
"Why are you really here?" Georgia asked quietly. "You don't seem like someone who needs to work as a cleaner."
"Long story. But I do need the work, I promise." I couldn't explain about my parents demanding money, about needing to find a way to be independent, about wanting something that was mine. "I know it seems weird."
"Everyone's got their reasons." Georgia checked her phone. "We've got maybe an hour before they call us. There's a thrift store two blocks down if you want to change into something less expensive looking. It might help your chances."
The suggestion made sense even if it felt absurd. "Would you come with me? I'm not sure what to pick."
"Sure. Let me tell them we'll be back."
We informed the woman with the clipboard we were stepping out
