I Was Hired To Pretend To Be His Granddaughter

then. Fast and angry.

Mr. Bell looked politely at his papers.

When she left, she took the drawing pressed flat between both hands like it might tear if she loosened up.

And me?

I finished school.

Not in some glowing perfect way. I still worked. I still got tired. I still had days I felt guilty every time I spent money on anything that wasn’t medical or continue reading …