Hazel
"It would have been more honourable to fire me directly." I kept my eyes on the elevator doors. "Getting another assistant while pretending to care about my recovery, that's pathetic, Mr Elvis."
The doors opened. I walked out and didn't look back.
Betty's car was where I'd left it in the lot. I dropped the box in the boot, got behind the wheel, and drove away from that building without letting myself think too hard about any of it.
Betty was home when I got in.
Her luggage was still by the door, unpacked, one shoe somehow on the other side of the room from its pair. She looked up when I walked in, confused.
"I thought you went to work. Did you forget something?"
She stopped when the box hit the centre table.
I pressed both palms flat against the wall and stood there for a mom
