I Need You to Read This

by Jessa Maxwell

And yet, being so lost, so incredibly rock bottom, comes with a kind of freedom if you are able to harness it. Isn’t there something almost delicious about being able to start fresh? It’s like that Janis Joplin song, freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.

being so lost, so incredibly rock bottom, comes with a kind of freedom if you are able to harness it. Isn’t there something almost delicious about being able to start fresh? It’s like that Janis Joplin song, freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.

But more likely it was a group of women inside. They were laughing and chatty, making each other sniff various perfumes until the whole store was a cloud of essential oils and musks. It reminded Alex of who she thought she would be at thirty. A businesswoman with a gaggle of friends. Or

Several women have already claimed a table up front. They sip crisp white wine, their sweaters draped over their shoulders, Chanel sunglasses perched on their perfect noses, chatting comfortably with one another. Alex looks longingly.

There are certain people who appreciate your vulnerability and certain people who will try to use it against you. But they can’t if you don’t let them.

You are not miserable because of your job but rather because you have made it the whole focus of your life.

“I’ll never understand why he would kill himself by jumping from the top floor. That’s never made sense to me.”

But then she sees the slight quiver of his shoulders and the movement of his fingers through his hair as he buries his head in his hands.

Well he did find a long time good friend dead a few months ago and that messes with you.

You have to allow yourself to be vulnerable if you want to receive anything good this world has to offer.

“Every time I hear something out there, I keep thinking it’s Howard Demetri.” Her assistant glances back at the door. She’s gone pale, Alex notices, at the mention of Howard. “Lucy? Is there something wrong?”

I think Howard and Francis were having an affair. .

Just us alone together in this apartment where I feel I can’t take a step without it possibly being in the wrong direction.

She wants desperately to be left alone. To just disappear into her job. She is surprised to find that she is looking forward to work, that it is possibly the only thing she wants to do. She craves the escape of the letters. She wants to dissolve into other people’s worlds, into problems unlike her own, ones that she might actually have a chance of helping people solve.

She’s been found.

That ass relly followed her life away from him and stalked her and wants to ruin her cause she left him.

“I promise,” Lucy agrees, her eyes sparkling. “It’s our secret.”

I dont trust lucy

“I brought Lucy with me. I don’t have a car and she said she was happy to drive, so we left right away.” She is rereading the letter, scanning it for any clues she might have missed. “Who?” Jonathan’s voice drops. “Lucy, Jonathan. Francis’s assistant.” Alex hears a drawer open in the kitchen. “Seriously. Who are you talking about?” Jonathan’s voice goes cold. “Francis never had an assistant.”

Holy shit.