*ABOUT TWO YEARS AGO, SENIOR YEAR*
They never tell you that you will live to remember the moments when you were at your weakest because, along the way, you learnt to rely on yourself the most.
There is a part of me that died during my last year of high school, around the same time that my parents took on Andrew's case. I lost my will to give a shit about what people thought about me.
I get it, I was the girl with hotshot lawyers for parents and a detective on her tail for months. What makes me cringe at the memory is the audacity the people, then, had on how I should live my life.
"Did you hear, the detective we have in class every week is here for Mila since she needs "protection"," Nita said, making the air quotes on the word protection.
