Chapter 1:41 A Cookie, Xoxo Nyx

Chapter 1:41 A Cookie, Xoxo Nyx

After a pretty horrid orientation, and the reminder that I am nothing more than gutter trash to the elites on this side of the tracks, I’m more than happy to follow Ryan and get a feel for all of it.

Well, at least until the George calls to say that RJ is sick and leaves me to run the place all on my lonesome.

I don’t mind, really. Not when I can finally get into the state-of-the-art kitchen I’d been drooling over. Honestly, I’m used to the judgment, and it doesn’t deter me from my excitement.

This feels like a real chance.

This is the one place. The one type of quiet that doesn’t sound like a barrage of bullets through a blind thick. That doesn’t feel like projected missiles of anxiety, regret, and fear charging me from all sides.

The trauma is always there, whether I can remember it or not, but I have gone almost a full year without a flashback.