Lila
When she finally made it to the end of the day and could safely say goodbye to Tonya and Grant, Lila was exhausted. Her arms and legs felt heavy. She was glad it was only a short walk back to her new apartment. Moving here for a job just days before she started had been a mistake. She was tired, on edge, and apparently, trigger-happy.
Stalking down the sidewalk, her laptop bag over one shoulder, she closed her eyes for a moment to push away the memory of Chris's face when she'd put him on the ground.
It was beyond embarrassing. It was unprofessional. Dangerous! And after she'd lectured him about being professional. She couldn't believe it. But she also couldn't change it. And if she'd learned anything in her father's house, it was that it was pointless to regret or resist the things you had no control over. And the primary, unchangeable aspect of life was the past.
