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She’s going to be okay, I told myself. Addy’s fine. Just stay calm, keep your head.
I found a towel in the trunk and wiped at any sweat that hadn’t dried in the car on the way over. Thank God I’d taken off my white button-down shirt before we dug out the stuck car. I put that on over my damp tank top. My jeans were dusty, so I did my best to brush them off. They’d been worn enough to stretch out and gape at the back, and grit had worked its way in there as well. At the last second, I remembered I was wearing a baseball cap. Tossing it in the back, I pulled my tangled red curls into a low ponytail, then strode confidently through the front doors.
The reception area was empty today, with two women behind the desk, one seated and one standing. Both had their heads down, focused on tasks
