Joanna woke up feeling tired. She rolled on the bed and sprained her eyes open. She was sure she slept off on her desk, so how did she get home?.
She gasped when one person came to mind, Miguel.
"Does that mean he was waiting for me yesterday?" She asked herself.
"Or maybe he came back when he noticed I wasn't home yet, I mean he only came because he didn't want me to die yet so my suffering days won't end" she said and gave out a short laugh.
"Ohh joanna, why did you think that…?" She asks herself and massages her wrist. They were still hurting from yesterday.
Her eye darted to the time, and she screamed in shock when she saw the time.
She was late for work.
She rushed into the bathroom and took a quick bath. She dressed up in a pair of trousers and a shirt, then she took her bag and rushed out.
