Chapter 68: A Moment of Weakness

My ex-boyfriend Henry texted, and in a moment of weakness and dismay, I agreed to see him for lunch. When the hour came, I sent Vincent an email to explain I wasn't feeling well and left for the rest of the day.

The lunch with Henry sucked—I've made one terrible choice after another lately—and then I spent two hours crying in my room. Ashley found me later on the couch flipping through Netflix and looking like the saddest person this side of the Grand River. But trust me, no expression on my face could match the hurt in my heart.

"Why would you quit?" she asks.

"To save my dignity." My breath releases with a swoosh. What other choice is there?

Ashley drops my feet to the floor, leans forward, and pours the last of the wine bottle into her glass. She hands me my half-full one, forcing me to sit up. My muscles ache, my energy reserve gone, but I consider wine the one thing that can help me forget the shitty choices I've made since accepting the job as Vincent's assistant.

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