Chapter 11

• With such a colossal blow, she cannot help but feel weak. Of all the people she would meet, why would it be him. “I do not fuck dead logs,” she sneered at the recollection. “You don’t fuck women is what you should say. Not that I wanted to sleep with you.”
• The driver told her they had arrived, cutting off her mutterings. She paid the fare and alighted from it. Feeling weak and dazed from her realization, she walked to her work station like a zombie. She stared at her screen. Her mind stuck to the events of two years ago.
• She recalled Bryan, specifically that scene in his bedroom a couple of years ago. She shook her head, trying to escape the flashbacks. But the more she tried to stop the memories from coming, the more persistent they became.