Thirty Days
I say, nerves making my voice wobble a little.
“Sure thing, hon. He is just finishing off a client so will be with you in five,” she says, gesturing to a door set into the back of the small waiting area. “I am Sarah, by the way,”
“I am Abby,” I reply, giving Sarah a bright smile to try and cover the fact that I am considering turning around and walking straight out of the shop. As if sensing this, Sarah engages me in mindless chit-chat about the weather, and before I know it, the door is opening and out steps one of the tallest men I have ever met.
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