The day I spent with Devon, finding out I had a friend, albeit a secret one, eased the ache I’d carried, leaving me feeling lighter.
The steps I made, my phone, and my new bank account left me feeling empowered in a way I’d never felt before, as well. Missy’s condemnation of me, that I’d had everything handed to me, was exceedingly accurate. I understood her a little bit more, and the pride she felt in working hard for what she had.
This was mine. No one could take it away from me.
When I entered the kitchen, I handed Sandra the piece of paper with my banking information on it. She looked at it and me with surprise, I’m sure at how quickly I managed to get it. Her face remained neutral as she looked at the name and logo of the bank at the top.
That was fine. She didn’t specify that it
