Boiling Point

Stella

My body feels as though it doesn’t belong to me as I stalk to the breakroom. I feel like a puppet on strings that have been cut, like my limbs are made of lead and my body might give out from beneath me at any moment.

When I’m alone in the breakroom once again, though, I can’t contain my fury any longer.

“Dammit!” The word explodes out of my mouth, and without thinking, I whirl around and