Abby
My hand rests instinctively over my belly as I step through the front doors of my restaurant for the first time in ages. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sunlight that’s streaming through the windows as Chloe and Leah follow me inside.
Leah lets out a low whistle once we turn on the lights and see the full extent of the place. “Damn,” she mutters. “This place got dusty fast.”
“You can say that again.” Chloe runs her finger along the bar and grimaces when she pulls it away to find that it’s turned black with dust. “This place is going to need a serious deep clean.”
I chew my lower lip as I walk around, inspecting the damage. “I’m just glad it wasn’t vandalized,” I muse with a slight laugh. “Dust I can handle, but graffiti is another story.”
“True.” Leah and Ch
