I pulled my hair back and packed it neatly as I walked past the front door into the lobby, glancing briefly at the watch on my wrist to make sure I wasn’t late.

“Morning, Miss Stewart,” the receptionist greeted.

I returned the greeting with a small smile before stepping into the elevator.

A few days ago, I wasn’t even sure I would survive the ache in my chest or the hunger in my stomach. Now I had a job, enough money to feed myself.

As the elevator moved, I pulled out my phone and went through the messages Mila had sent about Luke’s schedule. I had managed to do a...