She shook her head. “Can’t stand them. He ran into one with his bike when he was a kid and crushed it, poor thing.”
I wasn’t sure whether her poor thing referred to Emmett or the turtle, but I had spent enough of my day thinking about him so gave her another warm smile. “Okay, well, enjoy your food.”
Once the lunch rush died down, I retreated to my office and closed the door. I slumped into my chair and let out a long sigh. The bank was concerned that I couldn’t make payments in the event that the restaurant had to close temporarily. I either needed to find another source of income or get a loan from elsewhere.
A wave of despair and hopelessness washed through me, and I inhaled sharply through my nose. My eyes closed briefly, but I shoved the feelings aside. I would not feel sorry for m
