She knew how much time she needed to get ready. Then she would rush out the door each day, cursing and swearing, but always made it with plenty of time to spare. Mainly because she always factored in time to grab her usual breakfast at the donut shop before her shift started. Today was the exception. When her alarm clock went off the first time she jumped out of bed and rushed around as if she had hit the snooze three times. Now she was at work twenty minutes earlier than her scheduled shift and running down the hallway. She skidded to a halt in the doorway, grabbing the doorframe to stop her from propelling forward on her face. “Oh my God,” she squealed. Dashing forward, she pulled Brooke’s seated form out of her desk chair and wrapped her tiny arms around her waist, her chin bumping on Brooke’s shoulder blade. Brooke tried to steady herself, which was hard with Cori holding on to her for dear life as she bounced up and down. “I figured you would be here early. Geez, Cori, let go.
