Chapter 23

• Rebecca
• I didn’t go home. I didn’t want to see Sam. Not tonight. Something about her quiet glances lately made me feel like she could see right through me… like she knew I was hiding something. And maybe I was. Maybe I was hiding the shame that came with pretending to be someone else that night. Or maybe I just didn’t want her asking about work.
• I know I just started, but I'm beginning to hate it. I hate how it makes me feel like nothing else should matter.