SCARLETTE
Life was back in the city.
It was as if the week of fun happened a long time ago. I felt exhausted and emotionally weary. I had been so busy this week, so the issue about Caelan was somehow mitigated in my head. Some of the tasks had stolen my free time, and I had to render hours of overtime work. I shouldn't complain though, because it had its advantages. Working late helped me divert my mind from unnecessary thoughts about the recent circumstances that unfortunately unfolded.
There were times I arrived home completely exhausted, that I woke up the next morning to the same clothes I wore for work.
I stretched out my limbs as I glanced at the clock; it was a quarter to seven. Time to go home.
Earlier today, Devy had asked me to eat dinner with her, but I refused because I
