Their words sliced through the room. Patrons glanced up—some curious, some annoyed. I shrank into my seat. Outside? Into the storm? My chest tightened.
“I wasn’t trying to cause trouble,” I said softly. “I just needed somewhere dry to feed her.”
My hands trembled as I fumbled with the bottle. That’s when the waitress appeared—young, nervous, tray clutched like a shield.
“Ma’am… maybe it would be better if you took her outside. Some customers are complaining.”Continue reading…
