more work piled onto my already overflowing plate.
Instead, she closed the door and said, “You look different today.”
I blinked. “Different how?”
“Happier,” she said simply. “What happened?”
And somehow, probably because I was sleep-deprived and running on pure adrenaline, I told her everything. The bills, the forged loan, my sister’s contempt, my parents’ continue reading …
