Chapter Eight
Natalie
My sister officially hated me—but she agreed to go to the detox facility our intervention counselor recommended. She had left Wednesday, just two days earlier, and the burden I’d felt crushing me for years, eased enough that my footsteps felt lighter. I slept through the night without fear and woke with vague memories of dreams showcasing Mr. Gorgeous Model-Man.
Temptation to ease the tingle between my thighs proved too much, and I rubbed myself until I came in the shower, groaning Jordan’s name as I’d done in my dream.
Somewhat relieved of s****l tension and the cares of my life, I made my way into work on Friday, a smiling woman who had time to care for herself that morning. A bit of mascara and gloss gave me confidence I usually lacked, but I stuck with my frum
