Could I make it on my own without Stash? It’s not rocket science. I’m smart enough. If I don’t fire him, is a slap across the face going to become something worse? What if he gets more violent? I’ll be too afraid to fire him. Am I afraid now? Kinda.
She chewed a pencil with one hand and held a crossword puzzle with the other. She shifted in her seat, took a sip of coffee, tugged on her sweater. The page didn’t hold her attention. Emmy’s mind wouldn’t settle down.
That evening, she and Stash were civil to each other. There was no laughing, joking, or affection between them. Lani and Paula opted for a movie in the suite. Emmy went for a walk.
I’ve lost Buddy for good. Fear raced through her. During the time they were separated, she had been driven by a desire to meet up with him again and
