I didn’t even know where I was going until my hand brushed the restroom door. I pushed it open, stumbled inside, and locked myself in the farthest stall.
The second the lock clicked, everything inside me cracked.
I pressed my back against the door and slid down until I was sitting on the cold floor. My chest burned, and before I could stop myself, I started to shake. The sound that came out of me wasn’t even a cry..... it was small, broken, the kind of sound that belonged to someone trying not to fall apart but failing miserably.
He wanted me to strip.
That was the only thing my mind could form into words.
He wanted me to take off my clothes and dance for men..... strangers .....for money.
For my mother’s surgery.
My stomach twisted so hard I thought I’d throw up. I pressed a hand o
