3
Trade
An eye for an eye.
***
I have always been told that in order to be righteous, one must forget about being right.
Although for countless times that I tried to grasp on its implications, I was never given an explanation.
Maybe it was due to the fact that I refuse to believe in it.
After all, it was vague. Why would I?
I did not meet Caroline’s eyes as she was escorted out of the building floor with a couple of policewomen but I did get a glimpse of Ada’s familiar flounced outfit following them.
I carried on with my speed typing as the voice of a twelve-year-old continuously played in my head. With the headphones volume screw maxed out, I could avoid making out the chatter in the cubicle hall.
“So when you celebrated your birthday, who attended your party?”
“No party.
