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LEVI
I couldn’t tear my brain waves off Zeke mode, and I bombed the interview. Horribly so. The CPA looking for basically an errand boy didn’t have me in his office for more than eight minutes and twenty-six seconds before offering a tight smile and sending me on my way—because I’d puked up my coffee in his trash can seconds after sitting down across from him.
He said he’d let me know, but I pushed for an answer.
A big fat no.
Welcome back, depression.
At least I had our Thursday session with Zeke to look forward to, and until Lily climbed into my Honda and we headed to the church, my heart raced and my palms sweated.
“So, you’ll never guess what!” she said, breathless while buckling herself in.
I didn’t bother asking since I knew she’d launch into her tale whether I responded o
