I could feel my feet pounding the concrete, the loose stones and debris bouncing up to hit my ankles as I ran.
I hope she doesn't look in the glove box.
The wind whips loose tendrils of hair back against my face, tears stream from the corners of my eyes.
Shit shit shit. I’ve really messed up big this time.
As I rounded the corner I saw Charlotte stand up and out of the passenger side of the car.
“What are you doing here?” She asked as I tried to catch my breath and think up a lie at the same time. My eyes dart over to the glove box behind her. It’s wide open, but the small box I’d forgotten inside it was missing.
“I…” I stutter.
“You should have left for work by now, won’t you be late?”
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