#Chapter 8: My Saving Grace

Almara

Hours had passed since the interview had aired. I honestly couldn’t remember most of the day. It was all a blur. And now the day was over.

I quickly changed out of my waitress uniform. I just wanted to go home. I felt so drained, even though I’d been off of work for a week. But the vacation hadn’t really been a vacation.

“Almara…”

I froze. I hadn’t expected to hear that voice ever again. Much less in the employee break room.

“Almara, please just hear me out,” Robert begged and I pulled in a breath. My hands started shaking and I balled them into fists. I didn’t want him to see how much he affected me.

I slowly turned, taking in Robert’s disheveled appearance. His normally coiffed strawberry-blonde hair was sticking out all over the place. He had a five o’clock shadow when he was usually clean shaven. And his sapphire blue eyes were bloodshot.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel any satisfaction from looking at him. He’d hurt me. He didn’t get to feel or look good about it.