(Tiffany)
"Are you sure about this, Tiff?" Stevie asked, her voice etched with concern.
Stevie is worried, I get that.
I nod.
For a second, Stevie just stares at me. She looked as if she's thinking her next words through.
She takes my hand gently. "Look, Tiff. That family hurt you, you're mad at them, I get it. And I also know that you're only getting on this job to get back at them. I just—," she trails off. "Revenge can get messy. I just don't want it to consume you,"
I take in Stevie's point.
"Why don't you let karma deal with them instead?" she says.
I chuckle and shake my head. "I can be their karma, can't I?" I said teasingly.
"Stop it, silly. I'm serious. Just think this through. And if you're sure this is what you want, I'd support you," she said, offering a small smile.
