When I went back to the apartment, I drowned myself in liquor to make me forget temporarily everything. It was already past two in the afternoon when I woke to the sound of knocking at the door. With my splitting headache, I dragged my feet toward the living room and opened the door. I was surprised to see the last person I expected to visit me—Monique Ho.
“Faith, I’ve something to tell you. Will you let me in?” she asked, desperation discernible in her voice.
“Of course,” I said, opening widely the door. She went in without hesitation, and I wondered why she came here. She’s supposed to be in her office. Did she find out about that post and want to comfort me? But she appeared more distressed than me.
Without waiting for me to speak, she took her seat on the single couch. When I also s
