The Waitress Who Helped a Broken Little Girl Without Knowing Her Father Was Watching

throat.

Miles looked at the drawing, then back at Tiana.

“Whatever option you choose, it is yours. If you choose none, that is also yours. The driver will take you home either way.”

Tiana looked at the three folders.

Restaurant.

Community work.

Medical school.

Her old life was sitting in front of her, but not the way she had left it.

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