Chapt3r F0ur
WALLOWING IN MY own misery became my favorite pastime. I’d never really taken a vacation from work, nothing more than a day here and there. The HR department had been on my ass to take some leave for months, maybe a year, so now was the right time to do it. Three weeks off, all at once, due to family issues. They never blinked; they rushed through signing the papers and told me to take care of myself. I imagined it had something to do with the fact they’d tried to convince me to do it. Or maybe the fact I looked like total s**t.
Sunken eyes, disheveled hair, parched lips, a walk of misery. Not the prettiest picture. They did remind me our health package included mental health, and I could use it to find a reputable therapist, if I needed any grief counseling.
Sam would come
