None of this mess has anything to do with me anymore.
They made their bed, now they can lie in it.
Why on earth should I clean up their mess for them?
After I got my emotions in order, I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
Once we got through a chaotic stretch of back-to-back work, Andrew suggested we head back home for a few days of vacation.
I agreed, and he even went out of his way to find a quiet place for me to stay.
I never would have guessed that when I stopped by the company that day to catch up with old colleagues, I'd run into David downstairs.
I still recognized his back instantly.
But when we came face to face again, he looked so haggard he was barely recognizable.
He'd lost a ton of weight, his face was covered in stubble, and he looked thoroughly unkempt.
The second
