I feel like Kenna’s monster and Diem’s protector. Kenna looks like she’s about to collapse from agony. She’s in no shape to finish her shift. I point to my truck. “I’ll give you a ride home. What’s your boss’s name? I’ll let her know you aren’t feeling well.” She wipes her eyes with her hands and says, “Amy,” as she walks defeatedly toward my truck. I think I know the Amy she’s referring to. I’ve seen her in the store before.
