“You okay?” I shake my head, a hysterical sob bubbling in my lungs. “No. I’m not.” He studies me for a moment and then his hands clasp my shoulders. “What do you need?” I tense at his question, then fling myself into his arms. “I don’t know what to do.” It’s a breathless rasp into Grady’s chest. My arms wind around his waist. “I hate this life. Nothing feels right anymore. No one cares what I do. Or where I go. They just care that I make them money.”
