That feeling of relief only lasted a moment. Somehow, I knew that Luke would be back that day and I’d have to end things. Part of me wanted to ditch work altogether, but he knew where I lived and that scared me. I couldn’t hide. I truly believed he’d find me anywhere if he wanted to. Forcing myself out of bed, I reluctantly shuffled to the bathroom and readied myself for work. By the time I arrived, the tension in my body felt like a vise clamped around my chest, making it difficult to breathe. I walked into my office, worried that Luke would be sitting there waiting, but to my utter relief my chair sat empty. When I looked down at my desk I almost screamed. The envelope I’d thrown away sat squarely centered on my blotter. I looked over the side and released the breath I’d been holding; at least the garbage can was completely empty. I sat down and picked up the envelope. I was contemplating it, thumbing the edges, when a knock on my door startled me. “Feeling better today?”
