said a lot of things,” I murmured.
Three days earlier, Kara had texted: “Please sit this one out. The judge’s family is… elite. No stories tonight.” I stared at that word. Stories. Like my life was something I made up for attention. I typed “Understood,” hung my robe back on my chair, and went back to work.
I wasn’t angry. Just tired. They loved a version continue reading …
