That meant that we were both heading into work tonight. It seemed impossible given the circumstances but she was right. I fully intended on living as normal a life as I could after this was all over. Sasha, on the other hand, had to maintain the facade that nothing was wrong by pretending to be a waitress just trying to make a living. She took me to work that night and we were greeted with an angry boss. He paced back and forth behind the bar. He was fuming. I walked up to May and asked her what was wrong. “It’s Summer,” she said to me. “She hasn’t shown up for work tonight. She’s usually punctual. Frank’s been trying to get a hold of her but she’s not answering her phone.” My heart sank. I knew what happened and so did Sasha but the news hadn’t spread yet. I didn’t know how I was going to tell them. How could I explain what happened to Summer? It broke my heart when I saw it happen. I wasn’t sure I could go through the pain of having to tell them and deal with it again.
