Occupational hazard Stories

Sitting on the edge of the bed naked, I let my swollen eyes scan the room, not knowing what to look at yet desperate for something to hold on to, to give me answers. My gaze wanders over the trail of clothes I have discarded on the straightest way from the apartment door to my bed. I just wanted to get rid of them as if by shedding them, I’d be able to shake off the crippling guilt and pain. Finally, my eyes come to linge...