Tuesday was uneventful. I was still wrestling with my actions and what had happened. I was exhausted, without a stable job, and unsure of what to do next. I spent hours searching for jobs online and in magazines, but nothing turned up. It was driving me crazy.
On Wednesday, as we were about to check out, Sarah approached me. "So, hey, how are you feeling about work tonight?"
"Tonight?" I asked, confused.
"Yeah, at the nightclub. I thought you might still have some feelings about it."
"Oh, I’m not going back there."
Sarah nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I kind of figured you wouldn’t want to go back right now."
"Yeah, I mean, after what happened with Tom and the accusations... He’s my boss. I just don’t think I can go back. I wouldn’t know how to face him or how to act. It’s not a good en
