Chapter 15: A Coward in Disguise

The strong stench of shame clung to me as I stumbled back home. I couldn't believe what I had done. Leah Garcia never ran from anybody, ever. So, what was that? I had become someone I didn't recognize. Making deals with the devil, kissing clients, running away shamelessly? I might as well dye my hair green and get a face tattoo.

"Marcy," I called as I entered the apartment, desperately hoping she was home. I barged into her room, and found her sitting on her bed, going through some files.

She looked up at me briefly, obviously finding what she was reading more interesting. "Hi, tiger, how was work today?"

I groaned loudly and plopped down on her bed. "It was tragic."

"You need to talk, don't you?"

Nodding, I said, "I barely got through the rest of the day without you."

She took off her glasses and pushed the files aside. "What's going on?"

"I kissed Declan again."

"What?"

I flinched at the shock in her voice, but quickly filled her in on how the 'professional' interview ended