By six-thirty, Brynlee had arrived at her restaurant. Her employees had gathered near the reception desk to greet her. They seemed very worried about her and had been waiting to hear from her since yesterday. But because her cellphone was broken and she was too busy with Lillah's funeral, she didn't have time to contact her employees yesterday.
“Miss Brynlee, are you all right?”
"I'm fine, Emily. I just have a few small wounds and bruises."
"Emily tried to contact you after the news broke on television."
“I don't have a phone now. My car and phone were badly damaged. I haven't bought a new phone yet." Brynlee showed a sorry look to all of her employees for not being able to update her condition yesterday.
The police handed over some of her salvageable items to Elyseen yesterday. Elyse
