#Chapter 8 Home

Glenda’s POV When I walked to the foyer with my bag, Matt was standing there waiting to escort me out of the building. He eyed the small canvas bag in my hands and his eyes narrowed, “Is that all?” What did he think? That I owned a full wardrobe? I’m a whore. Clothes were made to make me sell then come off and Larry’s charged extra for closet space. This bag held everything I had managed to keep with me over the past three years. Between several brothels, it wasn’t much, but it was all mine. “Yes.” Matt nodded stiffly, “Let’s go.” Trista looked a bit furious as I passed her, but I paid her no mind, allowing Matt to escort me back to his car. When the door came down, closing me inside the car, I relaxed with a little sigh. I would never see Larry’s again. Matt climbed into the car beside me, cranked up the engine, and guided the car away from the building. Some song was playing from the radio as he turned on the seat warmers. The warmth eased the tension in my back