It’s been a month since the whole incident. Kelly’s relationship with Cassie had grown considerably close, and while my best friend was ready to get back to work, I insisted she rested for another month. 

I wasn’t trying to displace her or anything but for Peter to continue being the manager of the restaurant. He seemed to be enjoying the position, and even more so, enjoyed working there. 

When Cassie was coming out of her wheelchair, I’d seen the carefully concealed worry break out on his face from time to time. 

He didn’t want to live and eat for free under Zac’s roof, he wanted to earn his keep. To...