STELLA

“Mrs. Hawthorne… Mrs. Hawthorne,” I called, but she just kept walking toward the door, her mind in an entirely different place.

What was going on with her? I rushed on my heels toward her, and when I caught up, I stumbled, almost falling flat on my face.

“Stella…”

“Hi, Mrs. Hawthorne,” I smiled, breathing heavily. Who knew running in heels was so hard? Jesus Christ.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Are you alright?”

“Yeah… yeah, I am. Are ...