It was almost the end of the night at the Well, and as usual, it had been busy. Jaycee lifted the gate and stepped behind the bar with her tray, surveying the room to make sure she hadn't forgotten anyone.
When the feeling was too strong to ignore and the rumors swirling around too rampant to completely dispel, she went up. First-hand knowledge was crucial. She'd hoped it wasn't true, of course, and grieved to find that it was.