Abigail
"Okay, Abby, think, think,"
I muttered against my palm, staring at the envelope on the desk, my insides curling and twisting with dread.
God, there was no time! He would be here anytime soon, and he would see the things in the document and know it was me. It was ME all along.
"No, no, no," I whispered, walking away from my desk, dragging a hand down my face.
This was a good thing, right?
It meant I didn't have to hide anymore, and I could move past all that.
Right, and then he would go on to find out I was Aphrodite too, and how exactly would that turn out for me?
He fired Tyler over a little lie. What would he do when he found out that for the four months I had been working for him, I knew who he was, and we'd been fucking like rabbits?
When he found out I had purposely worn contacts and dyed my hair so he wouldn't know who I was, and he could…Meemaw was sick!
