Chapter Six: Wait It Out

After weeping all alone at the back of the café for the entirety of my break, I knew I would need to pick myself up and look presentable. Even though each person in that coffee shop had seen the show my drunken father had put on and soon, many others would be told the same tale, I didn’t need people to begin to gossip about me falling apart also. I hadn’t spent countless hours of my life putting on a fake smile and making it seem as though my life was perfect, just for my father to walk in and throw it all down the drain, where most of my tears go when I’m alone.

Wiping my eyes from any other stray tears, I hold my head up high and walk back into the shop where my apron still lay on one of the counters at the back. I hadn’t taken much thought when I threw it on that counter, I knew I was about to start crying and didn’t need to do that with any witnesses, even Shane. As like he heard the door open, Shane takes a look in the back and spots me tying my apron around my body.

“Are you o