I drove six hours to check into my new luxury resort, only for the front desk clerk to toss a keycard at my feet.

on the floor.

I looked at my sneaker.

I took a slow, deep breath, pulling the air into the bottom of my lungs, forcing my heart rate to steady. I let the shame wash over me, and then I systematically dismantled it. I didn’t need to shrink. I didn’t need to run.

I slowly lifted my head and locked eyes with Justin.

His smug, victorious smile faltered for continue reading …