Something’s going on but she won’t spill. She just keeps saying she’s tired, but I’m not buying it. She came down to the restaurant to lock up since the workers just left and I’m in the kitchen, down here, putting a fixing table together. “Don’t forget to set the alarm, Stormy!” I yell out. Nothing. No reply. I stand up from my squatting position and walk through the big kitchen and out through the swinging doors and stop cold. Standing by the front door, she’s holding a small box in her hands and is pale from head to toe. I walk quietly and slowly over to her and look down at her hands. My hand shakily removes my phone from my front pocket and only take my eyes off her trembling hands long enough to hit 911. “911 Emergency, what can I help you with?” A girl’s voice speaks into my ear as the feeling off dread radiates throughout me. “Bomb threat. Hurry!” I start to give her the address when Emerson comes walking in the front door.
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