Kayla
The moment Noah mentioned my father, I nearly dropped the bundle of clothes I was holding.
My eyes went wide. “My… My father?” I barely managed to choke out. Instantly, all of the worst-case scenarios went through my head—with my father’s death being at the forefront. I hoped that wasn’t the case.
Noah nodded, but his jaw tightened as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “It’s best if we talk in private,” was all he said, which only ramped up my anxiety tenfold.
He didn’t need to tell me twice. I quickly turned and paid for the clothes for Grace, my heart pounding as I waited for the cashier to ring everything up and place it neatly into a bag. My hands shook as I handed her my card, and it was all I could do not to literally beg her to hurry up.
Once I was fini
