Chapter Twenty-Two
Orla
It had been a month to the day since I’d left Warner. I hadn’t talked about him with anyone either. But I did continue to wear the expensive necklace he’d given me.
I played with the pendent as I left the bar once my shift was over. Cara, a coworker and old friend that had worked the shift with me, came up to me, taking off her apron. “There’s a party at O’Doyle’s. Come on, ya can ride with me.”
“Oh, no thanks.” I wasn’t ready to party. I had settled into a fine routine since I’d gotten back. Go home. Read a book. Work on the book I was writing. Go to sleep.
“I haven’t seen you out at all since you came back from that trip, Orla. Come on now. You need to get out and see people. And don’t try to tell me that you see people each day here at work. It’s not the sam
