I don’t care if anyone sees. I have every right to cry. So I let the tears fall, and walk. I don’t know where I’m going and I don’t care. All I know is that I need to be away from Joshua and his games. His petty little games. My heart is not a toy. ...
I make a mental note to scratch their name unless we have a hole in the schedule. I’m serving the last few customers and clearing tables when I hear the door open. Though I feel a tiny jolt of excitement, I don’t look up. I w...
