smelled exactly as Crysta reme
did not take Crysta back to the motel. She pulled
o said, turning
hands gripping the straps of her cheap
clothes," Margo said. "You look
nd two pairs of sturdy, dark denim jeans. She threw in
r heart racing. "I cannot pay fo
"I am taking it out of your first paycheck
She belonged somewhere. The tight k
d a brick building on Main Street. A faded wood
eat from the kitchen hit Crysta's face. It
rep station, aggressively
enched so hard the muscle ticked under his skin. He
ng here?" Leo's voice
on a stainless steel counter. "She is our new wa
led her into the dry storage pantry.
fryer. Her thumb found her left
d through the door. "She is a felon!
needs a job, Leo,
be violent! We cannot have an e
like physical slaps. He was right. Fr
her face flushed. Leo followed, his arms stil
d, wiping her hands on
ow, creaking wooden staircase. They reached a sma
as a twin bed with a faded quilt, a small dresser, and a wi
ran her hand over the back of the wooden chair.
the doorframe to keep from falling. A
e swallowed the lump in her thr
hange your clothes. You
and jeans, the lunch rush had begun. The diner was l
into her chest. "Memorize it
k the menu
d in the stiff new shoes. Sweat dripped down her neck. She carried he
indow, she felt Leo's eyes on her. He wa
ical labor. The exhaustion was a blessin
d out. Margo flipped the sig
the counter, her legs
he set it down in front of Crysta. It was a massive pile of spag
l," Margo
rose from the pasta. Her mouth wa
he first bite. The hot, rich flavor exploded on he
the espresso machine. He watched her eat. He didn
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