COURTNEY
The sun was barely up, but Leah, Tyler, and I didn't mind the loud music blasting in the background as we knead some doughs.
Tyler and I grimaced at Leah's high-pitched and off-key singing, sharing a brief glance, and smiled in relief when she paused to breathe
It's been weeks since we both saw this side of her, and we'd rather entertain it than bear to see her in a melancholic state every time.
“I wouldn't listen to the song if it was sang like that”, Tyler shouts at the top of his voice but Leah doesn't pay him any attention because she's now twirling in the centre of the restaurant, ours.
It was a risk, I know because that man could be back anytime, but we deserve a break from hiding, and this is the only place we can feel connected to Zora.
It was a Saturday anyways,
