My thoughts about Don were so vivid. I could smell him when I thought about him long enough. I knew there was no chance in hell that he was going to ever speak to me again. Even with Menace. He had no words for me, and Jeffie kept telling me to give him time. I don’t think time had anything to do with it. The Caselli’s had been family to me, welcoming me in, and I spit in their faces because I was scared.
she’s her worst enemy
