About a week after Thanksgiving, Jerome knocked on the door of Maya’s office.
“Check the fancy nameplate. I guess it’s real, then, that’s why they put it in fake gold letters on some fake-ass wood-looking plastic.” His cocky smile assumed she would find him amusing.
She didn’t. Not anymore.
“How can I help you, former citizen of Lost Harbor who is no longer my responsibility?”
Not, strictly speaking, true. Everyone was her responsibility when they were on this side of the town borders.
“Just saying goodbye. Me and Leanne are about to head out.”
“Happy holidays to you both.”
For once, it had been a happy holiday for her, at least so far. Thanks to one person, and one person only.
“You’ve changed, you know that? You’re a real hard-ass now. Did I really hurt you that bad?”
Oooh, just
