#Chapter204
/"What happened to your parents. Was that all a lie? Was there ever a rich family and a house in the Hamptons?/" I watch her warily, trying to piece this altogether. My head going back to before, and everything I thought I knew about her.
/"No……. I’m a runaway from London, whose smack head mother used to pimp out to dirty drug dealers to keep her in heroin. I was hustling street corners from the age of twelve to keep her in supply. I ran away as soon as I saved enough and well… here I am./" She raises her brows with a sardonic smile that screams ‘broken little girl’ and for a moment that tug of empathy gets me low down. One tiny little hint of someone I can maybe understand a little, looking at her and wondering how much of her cold heart was created by scars from a childhood she didn’t deserve.
