Taylor Continues Retelling Her Story

I squint, assessing the seriousness of his question. “I lived with my grandmother on a farm in rural Missouri,” I begin. “My mom was in-and-out of my life from the age of four. I realized my education was my only way to escape my trailer-trash life. Cheerleading and straight A’s allowed me to attend college.”

“I don’t see you as a goody-goody, snobby cheerleader,” he states.

“I wasn’t. I made the grades with little ...