For the next few days, I did my best to avoid Xavier. I made sure to keep our interactions as short as possible and I watched as his frustrations grew. Meanwhile, I had been drafting my letter to quit and looking for other jobs. I had to get away from this place. I had to run away or I feared I would slip up again. I couldn't do this to Atticus, myself, or even Xavier. It was unfair to keep this up. If I had to pick, I would always pick Atticus. Xavier had proved he didn't actually care about me, just the s*x anyway.
Finally, I got up the courage and I walked into Xavier's office. He paused in his work and looked up at me as I entered. He smirked softly, a look of triumph in his eyes. He probably thought I had given in like he said I would. Instead, I handed him the letter I had written a
