jaw tightened.
“She said I should be grateful,” Jenna said. “And I said I am grateful. But I’m not for sale.”
I stared at her for a moment.
Then I smiled.
Not big.
Not dramatic.
But proud.
“That,” I said softly, “is the strongest thing you could’ve said.”
Jenna nodded once, like she was locking it in.
Then she looked past me down the hallway and whispered, continue reading …