Seventy Six

May’s POV

Still clad in my purple blouse and black skirt, with my hair a tangled mess, and my eyes heavy with lack of sleep, I hoped that the elevator would close and just take me to my floor.

All I wanted was to have a quick shower, microwave something for dinner and then lie down on my couch to reply all my mail, before I go to sleep. It was a Thursday and I have work tomorrow, or I would have just stayed up and binge-watch another season of Designated Survivor.

I would have done that to avoid thinking of my husband, Asher, who suddenly wanted me back in our marriage, the one he had led me out of. Actually, I really wanted not to think of him so I stopped myself.

Then my phone rang, causing me to jump, but I was glad it pulled me out of my thoughts. I groaned when I pulled it out of my back and stared at the screen. It was Gary's number. "Now what?" I muttered under my breath

“Hello, Gary!” I answered the call, with a frown on her face, wondering why he was suddenly calling her duri