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TO MAKE THE STORY SHORT, PRESLEY WAS UP ALL NIGHT WITH A crying John B. He had broken down in her arms after everyone left last night, explaining what happened with the case worker.
Presley was surprised, she hadn't seen her brother this upset since their father's disappearance. So she stayed up all night with him, making sure he was okay until he finally fell asleep.
The following morning, saying that Presley was tired was an understatement. She was beyond exhausted, but if it came down between her or her brother's well-being, she would pick him in a heartbeat.
Presley soon remembered that she had to go pick up her check from the Wreck, so she quickly asked John B if she could borrow the Twinkie for about thirty minutes, to which he said yes.
The older Routledge sibling gave John B a quick kiss on the top of his head before she grabbed the keys to the Twinkie, rushing out of the Chateau and climbing into the van.
About ten minutes later, Presley arrived at the Wreck and walked in, seeing Kiara standing behind the counter, looking as bored as ever, "Hey, Kie."
Kiara glanced over, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion, "Hey, I didn't know you had a shift today."
"Oh, I don't," Presley replied. "I'm here to pick up my check."
"Oh," Kiara nodded.
Anna then came rushing out of the back, her eyes landing on her daughter, "Kiara, take table ten, please."
Kiara looked back at Presley, quickly saluting her, "Duty calls."
Presley smiled, "See you later, Kie."
Anna approached Presley from behind the counter, "Hey, you here to pick up your check?"
Presley nodded, "Yes ma'am."
"Let me grab that for you," Anna said, turning on her heel and heading towards the back.
Presley sighed and took a seat in a chair, pulling out her phone as she mindlessly scrolled through Instagram. She came across one of Sarah Cameron's stories and it showed her with Topper, causing Presley to roll her eyes. She honestly didn't know what she saw in Topper.
Suddenly, the storm sirens began to blare and Presley just now remembered about Hurricane Agatha that was approaching Outer Banks.
The brunette looked up, her eyes landing on the news channel, "Hurricane Agatha continues its steady march towards Kildare island on the Outer Banks of North Carolina..."
