The Waitress Who Helped a Broken Little Girl Without Knowing Her Father Was Watching

your tone.”

Tiana looked at the schedule on his desk.

She already knew.

But she asked anyway.

“What did you do to my shifts?”

He smiled without warmth.

“I adjusted them.”

“How many?”

“One lunch. One dinner.”

The room seemed to tilt.

Two shifts.

Two shifts would not cover rent.

Two shifts would not cover utilities.

Two shifts would not cover anything.

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