Finally. After much too long, she let go. Our breathing was steady now. Our voice lowered. But what she said next hurt just as much as if she were screaming at me. “I want you to quit.”
“What?” It didn’t register. I was so shocked that I didn’t allow the weight of it to register fully.
“I want you to find a new job.” Cassie’s voice was low and patient. Steady as a clock. “Work somewhere else.”
I should have asked “why”, but really, I knew why. Instead I just took a step back and shook my head so quickly and subtly that vibrating it might’ve been a better descriptor. “No.”
“That commercial was talking like Beouf! It said Maturosis and everything!” Cassie said. She gestured to the computer as if it was its fault. “That Amazon on the bus and her Mind Fucked doll were talking about Little Voices. Remember?”