Wynter’s POV
I pull up outside of a tall apartment building, switching off my navigation app in my phone that is yelling that I’ve reached my destination. I hadn’t expected to be asked to come straight here, but Hali, the mother of the child that needs care, sounded so hopeful that I didn’t know how to say no.
I had wanted a couple of days, some time to prepare, get my head straight . . . convince myself of just how much of an i***t I am to apply for a job that I am not qualified for so I could cancel and get back to finding a job I can actually hope to get. Instead, I find myself outside their home, searching for a parking space, and thankfully spotting one not to near the entrance.
‘I should just leave’ I mutter to myself sternly, ‘turn around Wyn and go home.’
I reach for the doorha
