Sophie's Point of view
“I’m trying to figure it out,” I stutter.
.Chrissy sighs. “I don’t like this. Just put a stop to it," Chrissy. If only she knew how much I'm getting paid for what she considered trash.
I assured Chrissy I would consider her advice. But in reality, that's never going to happen.
How do I abandon this life of luxury and settle for the slums?
That would be a complete setback, and I am not ready for that suffering yet.
The conversation finally came to an end, and Chrissy was off the phone.
The telephone conversation was actually a relief from the stress I'm going through.
My head starts throbbing.
I decided to soak myself in the bathtub.
I keep my head slightly above the water as much as possible to avoid getting my bandage wet.
I muttered some words of
