KAYLEE
“I have a delivery for Miss Kaylee Styles.”
In a heartbeat, I felt as though a lead ball had settled in my gut. Those words were not what I wanted to hear. Especially not today after already facing Angela and having to dodge Peggy’s questions for the past half hour.
It was finally my lunch break, and all I wanted was to get the hell out of there so I could breathe some fresh air and compose myself as best I could, given all the circumstances.
Since I had already left my spot at the display counters and was almost at the employees’ only door, I contemplated pretending I hadn’t heard a word and just leaving. I really did. But then my curiosity got the better of me. Arg! Didn’t I know curiosity killed the cat?
But then again, I reasoned with myself that leaving wouldn’t guaran
