C40 Through the Cracks

I must have heard him incorrectly. I leaned in nearer, hoping, praying, that I’d misunderstood. But the dread in my chest instructed me otherwise.

“Make sure it’s handled,” Ethan persevered, his voice tougher now. “We can’t have the funds for any errors. Not with this a lot on the road.”

I felt my knees go weak, my hand trembling because it gripped the doorknob for assistance