"You know what, I change my mind, I am not going"

I was too afraid to see him again, what will he think of me, that I am just a lowlife prostitute stalking him for his money, besides, he may not even be there.

I didn’t want to go.

Mala had been begging me all afternoon. Pacing the room like an overly dramatic agent, she swore she was doing this for my own good. She’d even laid out three dresses on my bed like I was prepping for a red carpet event, not dragging my heart back to ...