I half expected to find Mike on my doorstep the next morning, but I didn’t. Instead, I found a note taped to my door.
What makes you think you can just walk away without paying what you owe? Drop the internship, and get back to work.
My breath caught in my throat and I crushed the note in my hand. Tanner had been right. I really hated when he was right.
If Mike had been there, he would know what to do, and would take no time taking over the situation. But he wasn’t there. He left. I’d thrown him out.
Make one mistake, and it can live with you forever, even if you try shaking it. The note proved that to me. I hadn’t shaken it, hadn’t left it behind me.
I needed to get to school, so I tossed the note into my bag and started off toward the bus stop. The long ride to school, even in the h
