Chapter 12

I didn't answer. She came anyway. Two weeks later, at 10:15 on a Tuesday morning, my hostess buzzed up and said there was a woman in the lobby applying for the dishwasher position, and she'd asked for me by name. I came down. I almost walked past her. The scar ran from her hairline to her jaw on the left side, silvered and raised. She wore her hair pulled forward to cover it, which didn't work. She had a folder in her hands and she was holding it exactly the way she used to hold her phone. Twenty-five...