I'm not religious, but all I want to do right now is recite a prayer that ends with, so help me God, Amen.Because so help me God, I don't fucking lose my mind. I've had three days to think about what a total clusterfuck my life has become. And in those three days, I've gathered a hundred and three reasons why I should move to Montenegro, change my name to Anabel, and start a new life there. Maybe make friends with the locals, help them tend their vineyards, and teach the teenagers not to sleep with their sister's fiancé when they're all grown up so they don't end up like Rhea Bennett.I knocked softly on the door. "Hey, good morning," I greeted Amy with a warm smile.She was standing by her desk shoving things into a box with extra force. She turned at my voice and God, she looked terrible. Sulky eyebags, pale skin, hair with rogue strands pointing in different directions. "You're here," she exhaled. "Come in."I walked into her office and despite everything going on it was actually
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