Epilogue
One Year Later
“I think that’s it.” I held the box of my things and looked around the darkened sales floor of Ganymede. “It was a good run.”
And it had been. Four years might have even been a record.
“It won’t be the same without you.” Adam’s eyes were red-rimmed from fighting tears. I’m sure mine were too. “But we’ll hang out.”
“Absolutely.” Adam walked me to the door and grimaced. “Just do it. It’s your job.”
He sighed, but when I opened my box, he poked through it—makeup bag, a few extra clothes, the padlock from my locker, and the bottle of wine he’d given me as a going away present. Nothing that shouldn’t have been there.
“They’re such assholes.”
“Yeah.” They were that, but I’d been pleasantly surprised when I’d been given a severance package of a week’s pay for every
