ONE MONTH LATER
Anna eventually convinced Anthony she couldn’t stay in the massive house he’d bought her. It felt too hollow, too empty. He managed to find her a smaller place, though he insisted on a security guard, still haunted by the incident from a month ago. Not wanting to be alone, Anna asked Naomi to move in with her. Naomi didn't hesitate to say yes.
Anna stood before the mirror, smoothing out her work clothes. After a month-long recovery demanded by Anthony, the itch to return to her desk was finally winning. She headed downstairs for breakfast, where Naomi was already waiting.
Naomi looked up, her eyebrows shooting toward her hairline. "What are you wearing?"
Anna paused, glancing down at her outfit. "What’s the matter? Do I look weird?"
"You aren't actually going to work,
