Melissa
I’m on borrowed time, playing this crazy game with an even crazier prize
at the end of it.
Double or bust.
I’m dancing with disaster with every lie I tell, digging myself deeper with every step I take.
Turning up at his house to meet Sonnie without my uniform on Thursday morning, bed-headed and bleary-eyed as she grilled me on who I’d spent my night with.
She told me she wouldn’t snitch to Janet Yorkley about my non-standard work attire, and I know she wouldn’t.
It pained me to shrug off her questions about my mystery man and made me feel queasy when we reached Mr Henley’s bedroom and found his bed still perfectly made from the day before.
How she’d grinned.
“Seems Mr Henley got himself lucky last night, too. I wonder who the lucky cow was.”
I could’ve told her and I know
