At Midnight, My Boss Knocked on My Door in Tears—While I Held the Order to Destroy Her

head.

“You look like you’ve been crying,” she said, matter-of-fact.

Aurora’s chin trembled. She looked down, pressing her lips together as if that might hold her together.

I wished—briefly, desperately—that I could rewind time. Erase this moment before it rooted itself into all our lives.

But life doesn’t offer edits.

I made hot chocolate in the kitchen,continue reading …