GUILT

Overridden with guilt and anguish, I picked up my broken pieces and headed back to my shop – my new shop. The new shop sure was more spacious than the last, and that meant extra hands needed on the table; of course I employed those ‘extra hands’ with Jarod as my number one employee. I made him the head when I wasn’t there.

Returning to my duties, I found it really hard to concentrate on anything owing to what the PI had said to me. I was really absent minded to the point that I’d mix up orders some times and even try to serve one’s order to another...