Celeste

Just like that. He left me standing there, humiliated and dripping, and didn’t look back.

They wouldn’t even let me go home to change. I had to work the entire rest of the day in my coffee-stained clothes, the fabric drying stiff and sticky against my skin, smelling of old espresso and shame.

When closing time finally, mercifully arrived, I grabbed my bag and ran to the parking lot where my driver was waiting.

“Let’s go,” I said as I collapsed into the back seat. “Please, ...