She awoke to a morning sun peeking through dusty blinds. She laid in bed, staring at the blank ceiling. She looked over at the phone. She picked it up and saw a text notification.
>Brie: U ok?
She put the phone back on the nightstand. Why bother? She stared at the phone. Then she picked it up and began typing.
Sender: Nia Jones
Recipient: Jake Carlton
Date: June 15, 2015
Subject: Re: Last Night
Dear Mr. Carlton,
Last night got me fired.
Regards,
Nia Jones
She put the phone face down on the nightstand. It vibrated. She picked the phone up and stared at the display.
“Hello?”
“Nia…I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault,” the familiar voice said.
“Thank you, but it isn’t. I shouldn’t have been out all night when I had to work the next day.”
“I have to go out of town on a business tr
