Chapter 4
Mary
“Disgusting.” I cringe as I use a plastic fork to scrape off the used c****m that’s stuck to the mirror.
“Mary?”
I peek my head out the door and smile at the only person in the world who knows where I am. My savior, Betty, walks down the cracked sidewalk, shaking her head as she leans down to pick up an empty pack of cigarettes.
Betty offered me a job and a home when I was at my lowest twelve years ago. She knows all the details of my past, and she supports my decision to stay hidden.
“What’s up?” I ask.
She’s a little . . . okay, a lot overweight, and her gray hair is always up in a bun. With her age, she should be a mother figure, but she’s really my only friend.
“Here.” She waddles closer and sticks some money in my hand, which I immediately shove back.
“I’m not
