Chapter 133

Anh gave me a ride the next morning, and the whole time I felt like a prisoner on Death Row, headed for the execution chamber.

Add to that I hadn’t slept but maybe an hour or two. Mostly I just cried all night, in fits and starts, until I finally dropped off to sleep from sheer exhaustion.

And the alarm blared five minutes later, it seemed.

I’d forced myself through my normal routine – shower, getting dressed, light makeup – but I felt like a zombie the entire time. The only thing that kept me going was the routine itself.

It was better than lying there in bed, thinking of Connor. And my possible firing gave me something to worry about besides him.

About what I’d lost last night.

On the way to the office in Anh’s car, I sat there trying to come up with excuses I could give Klaus, but I couldn’t think of any. My mind, already numb and overloaded, was of no use to me. The only thing it could do was force my feet forward, one after the other… make my hands open and close car doors… tell