Fleeting Peace

***Marcella***

"You sure you want to do this? I already told you when you're ready to come back, the job is yours," Conn replied warmly over the phone.

I’d already sent in my resignation letter. It had been months since I’d physically gone into the office, yet paychecks still arrived regularly. It didn’t sit well with me. I hadn’t earned that money; it was purely goodwill because I knew the owners