15
CATHERINE
Tears were blinding me, making it hard to see the road as I drove back to Charlie’s to grab my things. My cell was ringing, but for once, I ignored it. If it was Roberts, I’d probably go postal. But he’d done his damage for the day. It was Sam and Jack. I knew it, but I didn’t want to talk to them. Not now.
I swiped at the tears as I ran inside and threw my belongings into my suitcase. I hated crying, always had. I’d overreacted back there and I knew it. But still, the fact that Sam and Jack thought so little of me hurt more than I cared to admit. I might not want to stay in Bridgewater, but that didn’t mean I wanted to hurt the people who’d only been nice to me. Yeah, I was a ruthless lawyer, but I wasn’t heartless.
I’d known then and there that it was time for me to go.
