ZOEY
Zoey tugged on the sleeves of her wool sweater and wiped her face with her palm before clearing her throat.
“Can you repeat that, please?”
It was probably another Zoey in psychology they were talking about. She was so sure of it.
“I know it’s not good news and we are so sorry to hear about it, but you have to go home, Zoey. Your family really needs you.” The woman explained.
When she was young, her mother thought her manners. She told her not be rude to people older than her even if they were f*****g with her. This woman was sure f*****g with her.
She wanted to pick up the cup of hot tea she was drinking and throw it at her. Maybe she’d wake up and tell her the actual reason why she called her into the office then.
“I’m so sorry, Zoey.” She gave a sad smile before picking up th
