“Inappropriate?” I echoed, feigning surprise.
“Oh, Patricia, don’t be so sensitive. Isn’t that what you said to me earlier?”
Her face fell as I set the knife gently into her hands.
“Go ahead,” I said. “Everyone’s watching.”
And then, I walked away.
We popped champagne in the limo and toasted to freedom.
Some people might say I was petty, but I have no regrets. It wasn’t about plan.
It was about reclaiming my day—and my life.
