Cassie had quickly made her way across town to Miss Maggie’s shop with plenty of time to spare before it closed. She hesitated when her hand hit the door handle. The events of earlier in the day were still fresh in her mind, and Cassie was still reeling on some level after what had happened. She took a deep breath and yanked the door open, causing the little bell above the entrance to jingle. When she entered, Miss Maggie turned to see her and went pale.
“Cassie,” Miss Maggie began as she went to Cassie, meeting halfway into the small shop. “About this morning. I want to apologize for the way I handled it.”
“You don’t need to apologize,” Cassie assured her. “You did what you felt needed to be done. And, we both know I probably would have argued with both of you if you had done it any oth
