so they could feel big.
And this was my reward—to be evicted from my own life, thrown out like garbage, to make room for a man who thought wearing a blazer over a graphic t-shirt made him a CEO.
“Okay,” I said softly.
The word came out barely above a whisper, so quiet that for a moment I wasn’t sure anyone had heard me.
“You’re right, Mom. It’s time for continue reading …
