6
I didn’t know how long I had been staring at my ceiling—minutes, hours, weeks. Diana lay beside me, her head on my chest. I would have stayed there, but my bladder was so full my back teeth were floating.
I padded to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. The golden glow of morning shone through the window. A clock on the wall told me it was nine o’clock.
What the hell am I going to do now? I had liked working for Sadie Levinson. Sure, she had a stick up her a*s, but after I was publicly outed by a local newspaper, she’d given me a chance when no one else would. And now I’d screwed that up.
The thought of taking the job with Pima Bail Bonds turned my stomach. Tracking down a transgender woman to throw her back in jail? I don’t think so. Jail’s bad enough for cisgender people. For trans
