ElaraOnly Mara would think getting your fortune read was a form of celebration. Not that there was anything to celebrate yet, unless you counted me finally landing a job interview as a nanny. But for her, that was enough. Her best friend might finally leave the hellhole she called home.“Come on, Mara. I haven’t even gotten the job yet."“Yes, but you will,” she said, grinning. “Which calls for celebration. A nanny job with accommodation? It's perfect."I tugged my scarf tighter, half from the cold, half from the nerves crawling under my skin.Mara slowed and glanced back at me. "You’re sure they don’t know you’re leaving?"I hesitated. "No. If they did, I wouldn’t be standing here."She didn’t ask more. She didn’t need to.She’d seen enough over the years how my stepmother and her daughter treated me. How my father, the one man who should’ve protected me, looked the other way every time.I used to stay because I thought he’d change. That he’d remember I was his blood.He never did
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