“Grace, I saw the news,” Sarah said sadly into the phone. “Are you okay?”
“I’m alright,” I told her, swallowing the emotion in my throat. The story about Kingsley and my father being arrested at the auction had been picked up by news stations across the country, and our dirty laundry was being spread like wildfire the morning after the event. I had called Sarah after I checked into the hotel the previous night and explained everything, but we hadn’t been able to talk much because I was so exhausted.
“Are you really?” she pressed.
“I’m better now that I’m out of that apartment,” I explained. “I’m safe now, and that’s what matters.” I finally felt like I could breath again and I had finally allowed myself to truly believe that everything was going to be okay– that I would be okay.
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