I wished this elevator could move faster so I could rush home, jump into my bed, and cry. I felt my phone vibrate. It was a message from my mother. I wasn't ready to face whatever she sent me just yet, so I slipped my phone back into my purse with the message unopened. 

I have enough to deal with as it is. Besides, I already knew she was asking me for more money, which I didn’t have to give at the moment.

Shit! Why had I walked out on a perfectly good job just now?

Oh, ...