I didn’t hear from Dylan for the rest of the weekend. I tried not to worry about it too much. Dylan’s a professional, after all. Whatever he had thought of that had called him away must have been important. But that didn’t mean he would forget about me and my request.
I wanted to be divorced, and put this whole ugly Chapter of my life behind me.
Maybe, part of that, was looking for a new job.
Monday morning, 8 am on the dot, I sat at my desk ready for the day. I hesitated before I opened my email, half expecting to be called into Logan’s office at any moment and further reprimanded for what happened during his last date.
But ten minutes ticked by, then twenty. And no one called me away from my desk.
What I wasn’t sure of now, though, was what I should be doing? I wanted to go back
