Mom, I Wouldn't Go Back to You
It was a gazillion times better than my wooden plank bed.
"Patrick, turn on the air circulation," Audrey instructed the chauffeur halfway through the drive. She suddenly covered her mouth and frowned, glancing at me almost absentmindedly.
My body stiffened with embarrassment. My face burned red as I panicked, not knowing what to do.
I could only try to shrink away as much as possible, keeping my distance so the sour, trash-like smell clinging to me wouldn't spread inside the car.
"Ella," Audrey called out, tilting her head toward me. "When you get home, you'll be next in line after Freya. Don't compete with her over anything, okay? Be the bigger person."
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