Emma
Bethany tapped the doorjamb to my office and peeked around the corner. “It’s five thirty,” she sang.
“I know. Go ahead without me,” I said, distracted by my work and glad for it. It had been a long day thinking about everything that had happened, and I didn’t know what to expect tonight.
“Huh-uh. I’m not letting you work late with all this freaky s**t going down.” She crossed her arms over her chest and took another few steps into the room.
I was busy looking over the latest catalog of books for the children’s section, but even if I explained what I was doing, I knew Bethany would have none of it. Especially since, truth be told, I was a terrible liar. She and I both knew the order for the kids’ section wasn’t due for a few weeks. Still, I’d needed something to keep me preoccupied
