Chapter 37

• Anita’s Pov
• The clinking of glasses echoed in the small living room as the three of us—me, my best friend Martha and her brother Zach, sat sprawled out on the worn-out couch, our cheeks flushed red from the wine we’d been sipping.
• Martha was the first to break the silence, her voice cracking as she spoke, “Anita… I just—” She paused, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she looked at me. “Your life has been so hard… harder than anyone should ever have to endure.”