Chapter Thirteen
Weston
With some personal calls to make this morning, I wind up hiding out in the shelter’s shabby little office in the back and locking the door behind me so none of the volunteers can pester me with questions.
There is a reason other people were hired to run the shelter; I’m just here to save face.
After settling in, I call Alicia, who texted me three times throughout the night.
“Good morning!” Her voice is peppy and upbeat when she answers, although I can tell she’s a little annoyed despite her attempts to hide that small fact. “Glad to finally hear back from you.”
“Sorry I haven’t called, Alicia. Things are crazy out here.”
“Maybe I’ll just have to come and get you, Weston.” She laughs. “Do you know when you’ll get back?”
“As soon as I can.”
“I was promised a
