Monday morning, I awake to texts and phone calls all from Ryan. I’d blocked his number, but each message comes from another phone, totaling four different possible burner phones.
“Why?” I ask the ceiling as though it’ll answer me.
Today I’ll be going back to the office. I’ve grown stir crazy in this apartment, and even though I’m still worried about the internal investigation, I told myself I wasn’t going to skip anymore work unless I was dying.
I delete the notifications on my phone from my i***t ex and get myself ready to return to my job.
“Good morning, Esme!” The front receptionist chirps, smiling while I walk in with my arms around multiple files.
“Morning,” I call back with my own smile.
That’s how it is. As I get to my floor, ev
