Come Back With My Baby, My Luna.
Without saying a word, I turned to leave, my crutches thudding against the cold, worn-out floor.
As I exited the motel, the night air felt heavy and unwelcoming. It was as if the universe was against me leaving my parents and Max. Like they didn't want me to start afresh.
I hobbled along the sidewalk, trying to find another option. The next motel I came across had a similar reaction from the receptionist. It was as if I was wearing a scarlet letter, and the stigma of being rejected over and over again was crushing.
Desperation started to claw at me as I continued my search, but each place I tried only seemed to see me as something I wasn't. Just as I was about to enter another motel, a man r
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