Living Well
Taylor's ribs and stomach barely twinge as she scurries about the coffee shop. It's always busy, and she gets back into the swing of things quickly. She doesn't get even one order wrong.
Sarah's clearly had words with the others - Taylor catches some of them giving her quick, pitying glances, but none of them say anything to her about the 'mugging' and she's grateful for that.
And yet...she doesn't feel like she's gone back to normal. She remembers Casey's words about that ship having sailed, and realises what he means. Something feels off, and no happy, smiley face she can put on can change that.
Just before she goes home, Sarah asks her to stay behind for a chat.
"How are you holding up?"
"Fine," Taylor replies.
Sarah doesn't say anything; she just raises her eyebrow.
"All right, I'm...I don't know. I'm sleeping a bit better now, and it doesn't hurt anymore." She wants to move on, so why can't she do it?
"Ever heard of the saying 'Living well is the best revenge'?"
Taylor shakes her head.
"You might want to look it up."
Apparently, the quote means just getting on with your life and not trying to get back at the person who hurt you. It's nothing Taylor couldn't have worked out for herself.
An email from her mom pops up on the screen with the words Thought you might find this interesting! It's a list of job adverts, all of which pay more than Taylor's current salary. They're all in New York - but most of them are in different boroughs. If she applies for them and they want her, she'll probably have to move after all.
The thought makes her feel both relieved and guilty. Why does it feel as if she's trying to run away?
"Hey." It's April. "I'm going over to have a look at the new lair. Want to come?"
Taylor doesn't say anything for a few seconds. Then: "Yeah. I would."