EPILOGUE CHARLOTTE Six months laterIt didn’t take me long to get my big fancy car back.
It wasn’t a brand-new model, okay, it hadn’t even been made in the last five years, but it was mine. And even better?
This time, I had earned it.
And today, it was dolled up with JUST MARRIED in white paint on the back window, and streamers and cans tied to the bumper.
From a window in the back room of the barn we’d been dressing in, I looked out at it as I smiled to myself, knowing what my parents would think when they finally arrived. But then again, I was getting better about not caring when my mom did her best to wrinkle her Botoxed face, or when my father tried to slide me a credit card I didn’t need.
They meant well. They were just trying to take care of me in their own way.
But I could take
