Now it’s hard for me to sort through the pain.
So I want to say that she’s a bad person, but it could just be the trauma talking. She might actually be a nice girl, deep down.
I just don’t know anymore.
And to be honest, I don’t care enough to find out.
My alarm beeps, reminding me that it’s almost time for the interview, so I punch the address into my GPS and turn the car toward the south side of town. It’s time to impress some ranchers.