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

down the hallway.

Not with the pharmacy balance still waiting.

Not with the landlord leaving polite but firm notes under the door.

At twenty-eight, Tiana Brooks looked younger than she felt.

She was tall, with dark brown skin, tired eyes, and tight black curls pulled into a bun that had started neat that afternoon and was now barely holding on.

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