JENSYN
“They made me a monster at age seven.” That was what he said before flashing me an eerie smile that came from ear to ear.
I turned out, not caring what he meant. The Rawlings family was done for me. A year from now, I'd be over their shenanigans. I would become the former Mrs Rawlings, but not as the former Jensyn Sawyer.
The zipper of my old but neat suitcase hissed loudly as I sat haphazardly on the edge of the bed, folding one of the crepe tops Linden got for me. It's surreal how he got the tops, gowns, and jeans in all my sizes. I took a moment to admire my room. It smelt of the lavender from the candle I had lit after lunch—an attempt to soothe my ravaging soul.
Linden had slipped in earlier, talking to me without looking at me, “the flight to Florida is by 8 pm. You thin
