“El,” Alex says, placing his fork back down on his plate. He reaches for me, wrapping me in a hug, and it’s only then that I realize my uncontrollable laughter has turned into sobs. "I just don't know what I did. I thought working for them would make them proud of me. And despite everything, I thought I was good at my job." I sniff loudly and hiccup on a shaky breath.
