Chapter 100 Wine About It

• I threw the box with the items from my desk into the back seat. I slid into my front seat and closed the door, and then I just sat, my arms down my side, my shoulders slumped forward. I hung my head. What was I going to do without work?
• And, maybe the bigger question: Did I even want to try and prove my innocence just to come back here?
• Maybe this was the universe’s way of giving me an out from that place.