After lunch the next day, Rose walked down the hallway to her assigned bedroom. The counseling session had gone well that morning, leaving her to feel she could pass the interview for a job. The longer she was in this program, the more she wanted to get on with her life. Being a normal human being, a woman with a job, apartment, and car was becoming highly appealing. She could live like everyone else. There was a time when she had.
She kicked off her shoes and lay down, thinking she’d take a nap, but her thoughts got in the way. The memory of her father interrupted any flow to sleep. The bastard. She could have called him much worse. He had never had a kind word for her, only criticism. As far as he was concerned, she was worthless. Now, if she’d been a boy, that would have been a complet
