CHAPTER 40
THREE DAYS LATER, I still hadn’t left my apartment. I’d cleaned it six times, and with every surface sparkling, it was hard to justify picking up a cloth for a seventh go. When I wasn’t wiping or vacuuming, I’d alternated between staring at the wall and eating my emergency ice cream stash.
I hadn’t called Nick, and he hadn’t called me. Did I still have a job? Even if I did, how would I be able to face Nick if I returned to Adler House? What do you say to a boss you almost kissed, accidentally told you were crazy about, and indirectly landed up in jail? “Sorry” wouldn’t cut it. Besides, I’d tried that already, and it hadn’t gone down well.
I returned to staring at the wall.
Mid-afternoon, somebody knocked on the door, and I ignored it. I had nothing to say to anyone. Another
