Nyla
It had been two weeks since that chaotic night.
Mom had warned and begged me not to go back to Subway. She was so disappointed to find out I’d been working there without telling her. With no other choice, I dropped off my resignation letter the next day. I wasn’t happy about it, but what else could I do? Mom promised to increase my allowance so I wouldn’t need a job, and to my surprise, she actually kept her word. The following week, she sent me money, and even Garrett started sending me some now and then.
I was happy, and I felt better. But deep down, the guilt still lingered. I was just biding my time, waiting for the right moment to go back to Subway.
Lately, Garrett had been pulling me aside. “Who is this guy you’re actually dating?” he’d ask. But I never let anything slip. He
