“You know her.” I looked at her confused.
“Martha… The one who brought you here?” She said in a questioning tone to make me remember. Oh, the sweet smiling receptionist.
“Yha I know her. So she too?”
“No. I asked my laywer not to inform her. I didn’t trust anyone. My trust was half broken after my mother disowned me and it was completely broken when the person I loved more than I loved myself cheated on me and told that bitch, who her left me for, my story. That bitch then told everyone in my school that I am a whore who sleeps around with my stepfather and his friends and that is the reason why my mom disowned me.” My heart ached more for after hearing what she went through and it broke when I saw a tear rolling down her face.
