: Part 4
"That's not who you are," Jules declared, trying to reassure me.
"No? It sure feels that way to me," I shot back, my frustration evident.
"Then, girl, you're wrong," Jules retorted, standing her ground and refusing to let me succumb to self-doubt.
I shook my head, trying to push away the overwhelming emotions. "I can't deal with this right now. I need to focus on my work. I'll come over as soon as I finish sending my files," I assured Jules.
She looked at me closely, sensing my struggle, and spoke in a gentle tone, "Alright, girl. It's my day off, so I'll get us some ice cream."
"Cookie dough," I corrected her, wanting the comfort of my favorite treat.
"Cookie dough," she whispered with a nod, understanding my preference.
Then Miley chimed in, concerned for me, "Pe
