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At least my job was going well. The celebratory lunch the executives gave in honor of the
agency landing the Kingsman account made me genuinely happy. I felt blessed to work in such a
positive environment. But when I heard that Gideon had been invited-although no one expected him
to show up-I returned quietly to my desk and focused on work the rest of the afternoon.
I hit the gym on the way home; then picked up some items to make fettuccini alfredo for
dinner with crème brulée for dessert-comfort food guaranteed to put me in a carbohydrate coma. I
expected sleep to offer me a break from the endless what-ifs my brain was recycling, hopefully long
into Saturday morning.
Cary and I ate in the living room with chopsticks, his idea to cheer me up. He said dinner was
great, but I couldn't tell. I snapped out of it when he fell silent, too, and I realized I was being a less
than stellar friend.
annaabi.ee 
