White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

stared at me for three long seconds, her fingers clutching her leather planner, her nails digging into the dark hide.

She reached out and turned the doorknob for me, her movements stiff.

I walked past her without looking back, my boots clicking against the tile floor, past the young girl at the desk who looked up but said nothing.

I did not stop until continue reading …