“Josias, I’m so sorry for everything that happened. I had no idea,” Pamela said with carefully manufactured regret in her voice.
In any other circumstance, she might have been genuinely moved by his struggle. But now, she was merely wearing empathy like a costume, performing for an audience of one.
A boy with a background this disastrous will never rise, she thought with cold contempt, even as she maintained a sweet smile. This filthy room, the cracked walls, the pathetic furniture... this is his ceiling. No wonder his best clothes are hand-me-downs.
“I’m just glad you finally understand my situation,” Josias said, a wave of relief washing over him. He truly believed she was reacting favorably.
“Yes... I was a fool to judge you so hastily.” Pamela avoided his eyes as she spoke — the te
