Teaser for this week's episode coming out on Friday
Just outside the office, I stop to check my makeup in my selfie cam.
The last thing I want is to be going anywhere looking like a cheetah…
I gingerly scratch a bead of fever dew from my lashline studying the pale face on my cracked screen - a jagged line of glass dribbling toward the plain gray case like a trail of tears.
I’m impossibly furious that I let myself get angry enough to cry -
If I could only take a pill to make myself less emotional-
My brain freezes mid-idea - my train of thought crashing into that look in his eyes.
I wouldn’t.
My fingers dance anxiously over my febrile lips.
“Going to meet up with your boyfriend in the wheelchair?” A voice asks from behind me.
I almost drop my phone, whipping around quickly to look at Mrs. Howard who somehow showed up behind me without my noticing.