Brenna
“Could you put this on my tab, please?” I asked the shopkeeper, my hands shaking. Not from fear, though. I was always calm during a crisis but fell apart afterward, and it always took a while for me to calm down. I guess it was from shock or the overload of adrenaline.
“Yes, of course,” he replied, looking between Cory and Harper.
“Let’s go,” Cory placed his hand on my back and walked me out, leaving Harper to carry the groceries.
“Oh, the cookbook!” I yelled as Cory walked me down the hallway toward the elevator.
“Got it,” Harper said behind us.
We all piled into the elevator a moment later.
“Come here.” Cory held me against his chest and rubbed my arms in an effort to calm me down.
But I took a step back, and his arms fell to his sides. “I’m fine. Really. I just don’t
