I didn’t know Chrissy that much.
“You don’t have to do this.” Buggy sounded the way he always did. Tired.
I wiped the sweat on my forehead and dug the shovel even deeper. “The club girls don’t have to see her in this state. And it’d be best if the flies don’t gather around for too long on her.”
I’d seen her a few times, especially since she was also with the guys here. She had come on me once but she had known I wasn't interested before she even opened her mouth. Something about the way I looked at her or didn't look at her made her stop, smile softly, and walk away without a word.
That was Chrissy.
She didn't push. She didn't demand. She just... existed. Taking up as little space as possible, even though she deserved so much more.
“I can help.” Buggy held out his hand for the shov
