Seventy

Avoiding the sunlight, I rolled over in bed, kicking the bedsheet off me. From the moment Atlas left my room, I had not been able to put my mind at rest or get a night of proper sleep.

Shutting my eyelid, I allowed myself to drown in the pain from the hurt that I felt and feel every tiny bit of guilt.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on my room door, and I forced myself to open my eyes. For a while, I lay still, wanting to crawl into a hole and stay there.

"Bang!"

Feeling a bit annoyed, I sat up, resting my back against the headboard as I turned my head to stare at the door, feeling too drained to utter a word.

"Who is it?" I finally gained the strength to say, feeling hesitant to leave the bed.

"My boss asked that you come to the dining room," Maria's voice echoed from the other end of the door.

"What for?" I called out in a calm tone.

Not this morning, I didn't want to see him this early. The last heartache hasn't healed yet, and I didn't want to experience more.

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