I Ran From My Psycho Step-brother Straight Into The Alpha's Lap novel Chapter 5

**When Night Grows Softer Hope Returns To Lead Us by Asa Rowan Finn**

In the dimly lit café, a woman was diligently wiping down one of the tables near the back. She appeared to be in her fifties, her kind eyes radiating warmth that instantly tugged at Sloane’s heart. There was something inherently comforting about her presence, a motherly aura that made Sloane’s chest tighten with a mix of longing and sorrow. The woman tossed the damp towel over her shoulder with a practiced ease and moved gracefully behind the counter, her movements imbued with a sense of purpose.

“What can I get for you, hon?” she asked, her voice infused with genuine kindness.

Sloane hesitated, her throat dry and raspy from lack of use. “I… saw the sign,” she managed to croak out, clearing her throat to dispel the discomfort. “The help wanted sign.”

The woman’s face lit up like a sunrise breaking through the clouds. “Are you here to apply? Well, that just made my day! Come, sit down,” she encouraged, gesturing toward a nearby table with an inviting smile.

With a mix of gratitude and anxiety, Sloane took a seat, acutely aware of the odor that clung to her after three long days of bus travel. The idea of being judged for her appearance gnawed at her, but she had no choice but to press forward.

“I’m Helen,” the woman introduced herself, sliding a job application form across the table with an encouraging nod. “Now, tell me a bit about yourself.”

Sloane’s mind raced with panic. The truth was far too dangerous to utter aloud. How could she explain? Hi, I’m Sloane, and I’m fleeing from a stepbrother who has every intention of ending my life.

“I’m eighteen,” she said cautiously, choosing her words as if navigating a treacherous path. “I’m a hard worker. I don’t mind early mornings. And I really need this job.”

Helen regarded her with a steady gaze. It wasn’t one of judgment; rather, it felt like an assessment, as if Helen could peer through the layers of grime and exhaustion to the frightened girl hiding beneath. Sloane squirmed under that scrutiny, feeling exposed.

“What’s your name, dear?” Helen asked gently.

“Sophie,” Sloane blurted out, the name escaping her lips before she could think. It was the first alias that popped into her mind. “Sophie… Ellis.”

Helen nodded slowly, her fingers tapping lightly on the application paper. “I’ll need your social security number, your address, references…”

The form loomed before Sloane like a death sentence. If she wrote down her real information, Brody would have a way to track her down. The very thought sent a shiver down her spine.

Suddenly overwhelmed, she stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. “I’m sorry. I… I can’t fill this out. I really want the job, but I can’t do the paperwork,” she stammered, her heart sinking as she prepared to leave.

Stupid. What were you thinking? The self-recrimination echoed in her mind.

“Are you in trouble, Sophie?” Helen’s voice was soft, almost a whisper.

Sloane froze, her heart racing. She didn’t dare turn around. “I haven’t done anything illegal,” she murmured, the words barely escaping her lips. It was technically true, after all; stealing her own inheritance didn’t count in her mind.

A heavy silence hung between them, stretching out like an eternity.

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