“Is everything okay?” Rachel asked. “You look like you’ve just been punched in the belly.”
“I’m fine, Rachel,” she said. But she wasn’t fine. And she wasn’t going to be fine for a long time.
Taylor spent the rest of the day in a stupor, being repeatedly asked if everything was okay. By the end of the day, she knew what she had to do. Leaving the store and heading out to the parking lot, she dug her cell phone out of her purse and starting dialing.
Janie
Returning to the coffee shop gave Janie an unhappy chill. The people were nice, and the job – when the shop wasn’t too busy – could be enjoyable. But it wasn’t the same as Sandy’s Sweet Shop. It was just a place where people worked, nothing more. Worst of all, there was no Taylor. That first day back at her old place of employment was s
