CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
Sometimes, you think you’ve seen it all. You convince yourself that the worst has already happened. That nothing else could possibly knock the air out of your lungs harder than it already has. Then reality sucker punches you in the gut and you realize just f*****g wrong you are.
Take me, for example. Just a few months ago, I thought the biggest tragedies in my life were my GPA free-falling into the abyss and the fact that I’d never had a boyfriend before graduating high school. My world was small, manageable. Dramatic, maybe, but safe in its own weird way.
I never expected everything to unravel the way it did. I never imagined that being the target of hatred by the girl most people in school either envied or secretly hated would be the least of my problems. That my m
