Chapter 23

I blink up at Marcus. His words don’t make sense to me. What he’s saying doesn’t make sense.

“Nora?” Marcus says, after I just stare at him for a minute.

“Sorry…” I mumble, setting my mug down as well. “I don’t think I heard you right. Because it… it sounded like you just said David fucking fired me?”

“No, no, he definitely hasn’t done that,” Marcus rushes to say, his hands coming up defensively. “He just… thinks that you shouldn’t come to work for a bit.”

“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!” I yell, his face twisting into a grimace at my outburst. “That motherf—” I mutter to myself before running out of the kitchen.

Heading to the bedroom, I scramble for my phone on the bedside table, rushing to unlock it and find David’s number.

It rings. Then it clicks to voicemail.