Nicolle’s POV:

Namara was starting to become insufferable, unbearable, even.

How could someone just walk out of the Packhouse without informing a single soul? Who did that? Who left people worried sick and pretended like it wasn’t a big deal?

I sighed sharply, tightening my grip on the bags in my hand. The irritation boiling in my chest was beginning to turn into something bitter, but the voice of the lady at the front desk jolted me out of my spiraling thoughts.

“Ma’am? Your ...