First and Second chances
“So let me get this straight: you were half-dead and dumped in his bed, you used his shower, and you stole his shirt. And you think that’s completely normal?”
I laughed with her, shaking my head as I felt the tension finally ease from my chest. “Well, when you put it like that, it does sound a bit more bizarre than it actually was.”
“More bizarre?” she repeated, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Lizzy, we’re not just talking about anyone here — we’re talking about Jason Moon. The Jason Moon. The fact that you even work for him is already absurd enough, but this?” She gestured vaguely between us, as though to point at the chaos of the situation. “This adds an extra layer of tragedy to our a