I drove up to the curb, squinting at the numbers on the brick building to check if I was in the right spot. 1824. Yep, this was it. I was a good 5 minutes early, so I parked and glanced
I slunk into the office on Monday, praying I wouldn’t run into Mallory. “Why do you let her get to you? You need to take control of the situation!” Katy’s reprimand echoed in my head. I had shrugged, totally wordless.
“Whatcha up to tonight?” Nic was casually rummaging around in our refrigerator so he didn’t get the full effect of the stink eye I had perfected back in high school. To Jessie’s credit, she didn’t burst into tears. I was
Couple quick notes here! First, I know that my posting dates have been wonky. Sorry about that – the holidays, plus stopping a job/starting a new one got to me. But I’m settled now. Going forward, I was thinking Wednesdays