JJ
We were almost finished loading the last box into the SUV when a familiar voice stopped me.
“JJ?”
I turned from the open hatch.
Kinsley’s mother stood on the sidewalk a few feet away, one hand clutching her purse against her side. I hadn’t seen her in months, but she looked exactly the way I remembered, except for the worry pulled tightly around her eyes.
“Oh, thank God. I’m glad I caught you.”
My stomach tightened before I knew why.
“Hi, Mrs. Taylor.”
Her gaze moved over me quickly, lingering on the bruises that hadn’t completely faded. She looked like she wanted to ask, but whatever had brought her here mattered more.
“Is Kinsley here?”
I glanced back toward the shop. Stitch was carrying packing paper toward the trash while Nixx stood near the SUV watching us.
“No. She hasn
