I won't give in

Mariana

Even though I felt well enough to work, I still spent a few days at home, resting. I didn't want any of my clients to see me with my face like that, and I certainly didn't want to have to explain to everyone why I had that bruise around my eye.

Even worse, I didn't want anyone to assume it was due to violence and without knowing the truth, spread lies about it. Only when the bruise had completely disappeared from my face, did I return to work, where I was already missing a lot. And when I found Virginia much earlier than we used to do our shift change, because I couldn't stand being cooped up at home anymore, thinking nonsense.

But the first thing my friend asked was something completely different from what I expected. "I thought you'd ask if I was better," I protested, annoyed. "And you're asking me about that jerk?"

Virginia doesn't care at all that I'm irritated and even laughs at my angry face. "Calm down, friend," she asks, smiling. "I'm just curious if Ethan looked for y