Chapter 11

Throughout the flight I thought about the different possibilities of losing my daughter. She had never been taken away by Social Services until that moment.

Searching for Sunny with a busted lip and a bruised cheek was not something they would pass up. It was another reason I asked Bradley for that favor. He was counting on me to be worth so little that he wouldn't even care about my punches. However, the sad way in which he looked at me and how he squeezed the wheel to take me home, gave me a sense of how much it affected him.

No customer had driven me before; always some driver, or used my car to get to their houses or wherever they asked to see me. Which made me wonder who would drive more than three hours just for a favor. Another point to my idea that he was different, which didn't help me forget how he made me feel.

I didn't know much about his life, but his actions spoke louder than anything.

After he left and I did everything I needed to do, I looked in the mirror, with my mos