Chapter Five
Emily stared at the words in her GED textbook and her head started pounding within moments. Squinting, she forced herself to concentrate, sounding out the words, only to realize that it had taken her over fifteen minutes to go through one page.
How was she going to get her GED at this rate when she could scarcely read the study materials?
Humiliation made her cheeks scarlet. This was why she studied at home, and this was the one instance where she was glad Josh wasn’t here to see her struggle.
Oh God, I’m so selfish to think that! My little brother is in a detention center and I’m happy he’s not here.
She rubbed her eyes, like it would somehow make the letters behave. It wasn’t the longer words that tripped her up—sometimes it was the shorter ones, the ones that could be
