The Janitor Girl Sang One Song, and the Billionaire’s Son Stopped Laughing

rooms you are never allowed to belong in?”

My eyes filled.

“Is it Carter Whitmore turning your voice into a joke?”

“I said stop.”

Mr. Shaw didn’t blink.

“Then stop hiding from the truth of it.”

Something broke loose in me.

Not loud.

Not wild.

Just clear.

“I am tired,” I said.

The words shook.

“I am tired of being grateful for scraps. I am tired of pretending it continue reading …