Chapter 38
TarynIt might only be a day without speaking to Jeff, but to me, it felt like a month. By mid-morning of day two, I could hardly concentrate.
I wanted to give him space liked he asked, but the urge to call him and make him listen to me kept rising. I clung to the belief that the ends justified the means in this case. But what if he didn’t forgive me? Had he spoken to Shannon? What if she gave him some bullshit story or tried to weasel her way out of the truth?
Horrifying questions swam in my head and pulled my attention away from the spreadsheet I’d been pretending to review for the past hour.
A knock on my office door pulled me out of my mental tailspin. Micky popped her head in.
“Hey, Taryn, got a minute? I had a question.”
“Yeah, come in.” I signaled for her to enter.
