Chapter 20
After their very bland breakfast—which for Carter consisted of carefully weighed, joyless egg whites and a singular, suspiciously pale piece of toast that tasted vaguely of regret—Carter and Sarah went to work per usual. They parted ways in the lobby, Carter giving a lingering, mournful look toward the scent of distant, unavailable packhouse pancakes.
After clocking in, Sarah settled herself behind the fortress of the reception desk, stashing her purse in the locker. The day started normally, which meant dealing with the usual routine of paperwork and the subtle, awkward scrutiny of her colleagues. These were the weird stares and off-handed comments that translated to, "Wow, you’re shameless to keep showing up for work,” but thankfully, they mostly kept their distance.
Sarah
