Chapter 23

The following Monday, I went into work, entered Leslie’s office after a single knock, and handed her my letter of resignation.

Too bad she didn’t even look up when I entered. She was just typing away on her computer. She waved a hand at me.

“Sit down. I’ll be with you in a second.”

I sat down. Five minutes passed in silence, Leslie ignoring me entirely. Two more minutes passed.

Finally, I stood up and set the letter on her keyboard, forcing her to recognize my existence.

“What is this?”

“I’m quitting,” I said.

Leslie picked up the letter, dangling it from her fingers like I’d handed her a dead bird.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m quitting.”

Sighing, Leslie set the letter down, not even bothering to open it. She steepled her fingers and gestured for me to sit down.

I didn’t sit again.

After the conversations with my sisters and my mom, I’d realized that Liam had been right: I’d been playing it safe my entire life. I’d thought I could avoid a broken heart that way. I thought if I just did