#Chapter 10 – Morning Light

I don’t get much sleep after that, though I do finish my whole sandwich, hungrier than I thought I’d be. But when I push the empty plate away I stare at the ceiling in the dark for a long time, feeling disheartened. Honestly, what has my life become? I’m a little glad, really, that Christian never read the emails that I sent him, because they were all…lies. Not bald lies – not attempts to deceive. But portrayals of my life that hid all the bad parts and really made everything seem a lot rosier than it actually was. Like, I spent a lot of time over the last few months telling him about this new job I got where I was making so much money doing the thing I loved: dancing. Of course, I omitted the fact that I was dancing nearly naked and letting guys stick my paycheck into the strap of my underwear. And I also omitted the fact that I was handing that paycheck over directly to my boyfriend, who I also said was the nicest, brightest, most wonderful guy in the world. Except for when he