Chapter Four
Ashleigh
Cold. Hungry. There’s no other word for it. Desperate. Everything about this life hurts, but there’s nothing I would have done differently.
Sometimes life doesn’t give any good choices.
Male laughter punches the silence as the door opens and closes, more men arriving. Droplets quiver on the windows. It’s shaping up to be an epic party. In a few hours there’ll be drunk men willing to pay two hundred dollars for me to follow them to a motel room.
As long as I don’t lose my nerve, I don’t have to starve tonight.
A dark sedan slows on the street. The window slides down. A man in his late forties looks me up and down. I could have passed him in a grocery store or a gas station without looking twice. An ordinary man. Gold glints from his ring finger. Of course he’s ma
