Teresa

“Thank you, Hannah,” I said. “This is a lot coming from you, and I deeply appreciate—”

“Thank me by getting to work,” Hannah stopped me. “Thirty minutes is not so much. I need to get back to those punks.”

Before I could say anything, the door bounced in my face. A click followed as she locked the door from outside, before retreating footsteps.

For a moment, I couldn’t move.

First, I was overwhelmed by the thrill of feeling normal again after weeks of ...