Chapter 7

• I sent it. I fucking sent it and now I’m spiralling like a drunk text at three a.m. with zero chance of recovery.
• And the worst part? I got a response almost immediately. I was now spiralling and fucking falling apart while trying to ignore the email from the man that I’d just accepted a job offer from.
• I knew I should read it, I knew it was important but the name on the email made me hesitate more than I’d have liked to admit.