- 14.
Ethan offered to take me home. I kept crying, barely able to walk. He carried me to his car. “I’m so exhausted. Working all the time, when will it end?” “Last night, a customer threw a drink at me. It wasn’t even my fault.” “Ethan, I want salmon and sweet shrimp. I’ve almost forgotten what they taste like.” The alcohol
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made me babble incoherently. Ethan tried to
soothe me, but I couldn’t focus on his words.
The last thing I remember is him carrying me into his apartment, laying me on the sofa. “What’s so great about that guy anyway?” he’d asked. “He’s paying off my debt,” I mumbled. “I
can do that too, Maya. I can do it better. I know
what you like, I know how to make you happy.
Please, Maya. Don’t disappear again.” After
that, everything went blank. I woke up in
Ethan’s bed. Naked.
