Chapter 7I hid myself away in my apartment for the next three days, feeling sorry for myself. I must have been ill. Perhaps I had a virus of some kind. I just wasn’t feeling like myself.
Hannah called me morning and afternoon wondering when I was coming back to work. She said I had clients piling up, waiting for me. When I told her to offer them another girl, she told me they’d insisted upon seeing me and that they preferred to wait.
That made me feel even guiltier about the fact I wasn’t sure when or if I was even going back to work.
What else could I do? I couldn’t very well go looking for an office job now after escorting for four years. I could only imagine how awkward that interview would be.
It wasn’t until Hannah’s call on the third day that I began to feel a little more like my
