I drag myself to the next place on my list despite shaking from the recent encounter. Rhys’ words haunt my mind and Liam’s stab at my chest, making my heart bleed.
How did I end up in this situation? Why does everything keep getting worse? It feels like I’m losing control of myself and my life—like sand slipping between my fingers. Evie's face flashes before my eyes, her innocent questions about her father making my heart ache even more.
When I arrive at the building advertising openings for Customer Service Representatives, a sense of dread washes over me. The receptionist barely glances up as I approach, his voice flat as he says, “We’ve had too many people applying. Thanks.”
Somehow, by sheer force of will, I manage to keep my face neutral, but inside, I’m boiling. I feel the tighten
