A Low Blow

When the call ended, I rose and headed to the break room. It was late, and I should have probably gone home and eaten a real meal, but I suspected the emptiness of my apartment would get to me tonight.

I took two steps inside and came to a sudden, graceless halt. Jared was there, reading on his phone while he waited for coffee to brew.

The coward in me would probably turn and walk out except I had