Several hours later, Lia sits sobbing on Abuelita’s couch. She’s not even fully sure how she got here in one piece. But she’s here, Abuelita is making her some quesadillas, and Beth is hugging her best friend on the couch. Beth and Abuelita agreed that Lia and Jayna should spend the night there that night. Lia couldn't really argue. She knew she would have to start the job hunt again first thing in the morning.
Lia wakes up from an uneasy sleep, again. She hasn’t slept well since Carl and the falls. She wonders if she’ll ever be able to sleep well again. Jared has fully ghosted her. He won’t speak to her at all and she’s given up on him ever coming back. He was right, there’s not room in her heart for him right now. There’s barely enough room for Jayna. Lia doesn’t even have enough room in her heart to love herself anymore. And there’s that little part that feels like she’ll always love Carl…despite everything. Lia shakes the thoughts of Carl from her mind and looks at her phone on the nightstand: it’s 6:18 am. Too late to go back to sleep, but earlier than she wanted to get up for work. She stretches and gets out of her bed, walking a few short steps over to Jayna’s Pack-N-Play.
Jared and Lia barely talk on the walk back to the hotel. Lia holds back tears with measured breathing. Jared doesn’t want to push her. She’ll talk when she’s ready. He tells himself, hoping it’s sooner rather than later. They had just picked up her stuff and left that guy crying on the ground. Although it had only taken a few minutes to get there, the walk back to the hotel felt like it was taking an eternity.
The monotonous, incessant, clicking of computer keys is coupled with the ringing of phones. The unintelligible jabbering of the employees is punctured by the occasional ding of the elevator. These are the sounds of my office building. Specifically Floor 15 of the Hauer and Kane Law Firm at 1247 Dandelion Street, New York, New York.
Falling For You
The rush of the water fills her ears. The overwhelming urge to jump in, to join the rushing water as it flows down the cliff, is killing her. The desire to climb over the fence grips her heart. She closes the notebook and clips her four ink pen to the cover. Sliding back in her bag she gets up and walks over to the rail. She sighs at the spectacular sight before her, as her hands grip the cool metal guard rail.