A Golden Betrayal

But then his gravelly voice came through the door. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m exhausted.” She was, both physically and mentally. It had been a very long five months. She was actually beginning to hope she did get fired. Like tearing off a Band-Aid. At least then it would all be over.

“You have to come out sometime.”

She knew she would. But not right now. Right now, for just a little while, she was going to hide away from her problems.