Sure I want Mark to call. Yes, I want to be with him right now.
But I love my job too. And that's what I need to be focusing on right now.
After I make that decision it gets easier, and the next time I look up from my laptop, the sunshine from this morning is just a band of yellowish light against the darkness of night on the horizon.
I stretch and reach for my purse. My stomach clenches when I pull out my phone and see that Mark hasn't called at all.
But at least the article is done.
And I can't deny I'm disappointed, but I can ignore it.
"I just emailed it to you," I tell Sam through the open door to his office. We're the only ones still here.
He leans back in his chair and blinks at me a few times like he's not sure what I'm talking about.
"The article," I tell him, annoyance co
