“Fine! I don’t know what to do because…” A lump gets stuck in my throat. Grimacing, I snatch my water bottle out of the cup holder and gulp. “Because…?” Layla probes. Accelerating as the light turns green, I blurt, “I like him! Okay? And it’s going to mess with my head when he continues to do these nice things for me, and I have to continue to remind myself that it’s all fake. Not to mention that he’s my boss! He is literally the person paying to keep my mom alive, and let’s address the elephant in the room. I. Do. Not. Trust. Men.”
