It had been three months, and Millie was still stuck in a rut. Job applications were going nowhere—every “we’ve decided to move forward with other candidates” email felt like a default in her life now. She was starting to wonder if she was cursed, destined to collect rejection letters like some sad trophy case.
Cody was gone, but the sting of their breakup lingered like a stain she couldn’t scrub out. It wasn’t just the betrayal; it was the way it made her feel like an i***t for trusting him. Still, living on her own was starting to feel less suffocating. Sure, her diet was mostly instant noodles, and her bank account was a constant anxiety attack, but at least she was free. That had to count for something.
Now, she was in the back of a shiny black SUV, speeding down a Montana highway wi
