I still went to work. He was my boas but I was already doing nothing to take another off days.

I had to fix this. Had to apologize. Had to see him.

Maybe I was too harsh this morning. Seem like yesterday he wanted to tell me something but I was too crazy enough not to listen.

What does he even remember? The night? The sex from the bar? Maybe he really remembers me. And he said he was married. Never married.

Shit.

I walked to his office first thing. Heart in my throat. Knocked once.

No answer. Knocked again. Nothing.

I stood there for a minute like an idiot,...