(Raya POV)
"...why don't you just hire a surrogate? I might even consider being a candidate if the pay is good." Just a few minutes ago, I was sobbing, feeling humiliated instead of grateful for the pity job offer. I know he means well, but my pride is stinging, and I can't help feeling this way. It's been a long, difficult day, and here I sit, being fed by a kind stranger who has everything she needs and has no problem risking it all for a few seconds of adrenaline high. Life just feels so unfair…
But the drink must have started affecting me because now I find myself laughing, braying like a donkey at my own joke. My laughter dies down awkwardly because he doesn't join in.
"Hmm… Actually, that's not a bad idea," he says pensively, more to himself than to me.
I must be drunk because I
