KAIA
I’m still reeling when I leave Morgan’s office like someone pulled the rug from under my feet, except I’m still standing, swaying, pretending I’m fine.
I don’t want to believe it.
Like, what do you mean all that stuff in that popular teen wolf movie exists?
God, I don’t want to believe it.
But every nerve in my body, every quiet alarm ringing in my head, tells me I should. The signs are all there, bright and blaring like hazard lights.
The sign-on bonus.
The free housing.
The way they welcomed me without so much as a glance at my résumé, without considering the fact that I have no prior experience.
Too good to be true? Maybe. But what am I supposed to do with that truth? Tell them I’m sorry, I can’t accept generosity because it scares me? Walk away from the first place that m
