7
The veneer of the desk did not make a good pillow, but hiding out came at a price and lack of luxury seemed a small cost to pay. If Sean saw how upset Josh had made me, the distress would extend further than it already had. I refused to be responsible for a rift between him and Josh, too.
The ring of my mobile disturbed my thoughts. Temptation to ignore battled strong, but if it was Sean, and I didn’t answer, he’d come looking for me.
It took effort to unfold my body from its crumpled position, to tug the phone from my pocket and check the display. Not Sean. Jess, my sister.
I hit connect and placed it to my ear. “Hello, Jess.”
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“You called me, remember?” My voice sounded lacklustre, even to my own ears.
“What’s wrong?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work
