Chapter Two
Arabella
The interview was going great until he asked what should have been a simple question.
The hard part was that I couldn’t let anyone know where I came from, so I changed the subject. “Um, I just thought I should mention that I don’t currently have my driver’s license. Like, my physical license.” He c****d his head at me as if I were speaking another language.
Shit. I can’t have him thinking I’m an i***t.
“I mean, I lost my wallet at some point while traveling here. I traveled by bus, so there were a lot of transfers, and somewhere along the way, my purse and I got separated. The bus company said they’ll contact me if anyone turns it in, but they told me not to hold my breath.”
“So, you have no identification?” he asked me with a frown.
“Yes, I have none of that.”
