Adam sounds calm, and for some reason, the sound of his voice makes this tight ball inside of me unfurl. I let out a shuddering breath. Picking up the discarded clothes, I toss them into the bag and leave them in the bathroom. I don't want to look at them again.

Adam's standing outside when I open the door, and his first question is, "Feel better?"

I nod.

"Ready to talk?"

"No."

Taking me by the hand, he pulls me toward the sofa. "You're going to have to tell me why you got fired from a company ...