~Joan~

I thought getting a job would finally make me happy. Instead, I found myself calling in sick, that I got the flu. 

Once I left Aaron’s office, I went straight to the convenience store, grabbed a few bottles of beer, and headed home. 

I drank until I was numb, cried until my eyes felt dry, took a scalding shower, and curled up in bed. Still, nothing felt better. I kept trying to figure out what was wrong, but the answers wouldn’t come.

Even as evening fell, I didn’t move. My phone ...