By the time I finally pulled into the company parking lot, my nerves already felt stretched too thin.
I glanced at the time displayed on the dashboard.
4:02 p.m.
Shit.
I was late.
The frustration sitting inside my chest only tightened further.
I turned off the engine quickly before stepping out of the car and opening the back door for Leo.
He climbed down carefully.
I reached for his hand automatically.
“Come on.”
We walked into the building together.
A few workers noticed Leo immediately.
“Hey, little man,” one of them greeted with a smile.
Leo smiled back politely and waved.
Another woman near the reception desk laughed softly. “Hi, Leo.”
“Hello,” he answered seriously, making her laugh harder.
Normally that would’ve made me smile too.
But my chest still felt tight.
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