The hate came in fast. And brutal.
"I knew it! She’s fake nice—ulterior motives all the way!"
"She even used an old lady for clout. Disgusting!"
"Couldn’t even walk the granny home? Cold-hearted snake."
"Unfollowed. She was pretty, but now she makes me sick."
And yet… that old woman stood on the corner blinking in awe—her leg pain, gone. She took a step, then another. No limp. Just stunned silence.
Back at base camp, I strolled in with my sleeping bag and toiletries. Giselle bounced over, peeking into my bag.
"What’d you buy?"
“Toiletries and a blanket,” I said plainly.
She gasped, smacking her forehead. “Crap! I forgot toiletries! I spent twenty on dinner and thirty on a blanket—my mouth’s going to rot!”
Duke, ever the opportunist, chuckled darkly and waved three sets of toiletr
