DAHLIA 

I took a deep breath the moment the cab drove into the parking lot. Today was the day I decided to resume my duty and new position as the branch manager of Elevé. 

It was better than sitting at home and waiting for Zac’s call that never came. It’s been four days. Who was counting? Well, I was. I couldn’t help but count the days went by, his promise to call me, to check up on me fading with each passing day. 

I’d cried. Drank to stupor — something I never did. Blamed him and Millie Jewelson. Cussed at the Harolds. Wallowed in self pity.

In short, after he’d...