A THOUSAND GOOD-BYES
“You
want to throw it away because of one misunderstanding.”
“It’s not a misunderstanding,” I snapped. “Are you refusing to help me?”
He hesitated. “I’m saying you should think this through.”
I let out a short laugh. “You work for him, don’t you?”
“That’s not relevant.”
“It is to me. Goodbye, Callum.” I cut the call.
I was alone. Completely alone. But instead of fear, I felt a deep determination. “I’m done being used,” I said firmly.
I stayed at the restaurant that night, sleeping on the small couch in my back office. It was uncomfortable, but it was safe.