Ashle

ations, Miss Ashley. Since your husband... excuse me, your ex-husband can

d awkwardly at her keyboard, clearly recognizing my bruised fac

sued jeans and pulled out the crumpled two hundred dollars I had salvaged

bottle of painkillers, and dropped the meager

itter, biting wind of the New York a

, wrapping my thin jacket tighte

ss people rushed past with hot coffees, and nobody spared a seco

ine, but I forced myself to keep moving. I needed a place

at my fifteen dollars

gone. And my "friends"? They had all stopped answering my call

lated. Just like Sha

lace left. One door

estate on the

her. Falon

y alienated him from me, and then eagerly sold me

y expense. And now, thanks to this vicious setup, her precio

her house. She would be

ely wanted to impress? Molly Donovan had spent years care

homeless stepdaughter without looking like a mon

use her vanit

. I sat in the back seat, staring blankly out the window as the towering skys

thought I would crawl away in sha

my chest. Inside was my father's signatu

eir table, and smile while they picked over the bones of my

ected it, I was going to burn