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So when I passed by the Wolf Hotels booth at the job fair a month ago and spotted the pamphlet with a beautiful vista of snow-capped mountains and forest, I immediately stopped and started asking questions, and within ten minutes I knew that Wolf Cove was my ticket away from sadness, temporarily at least.
It sounded perfect. And unattainable. I walked out of that interview feeling hopeless, assuming that there was no way I’d get the job. And yet I’m standing here today. I call that divine intervention. God knew I needed this miracle.
I know it’s not going to be that simple. So I dug my heels in. I’ve been “good girl Abbi” all my life, sitting next to my parents at church service every Sunday, keeping company with like-minded people, staying away from the “bad kids” who drank and smoked pot and had sex. Always listening to Mama.
He flinches, and it makes me feel good. Maybe he regrets his unsympathetic words.