s face. He fumbled for his p

.. I can

three years of my life in this hellhole?

oid of the tears that

neck where it usually lay. "Chef Dubois gave it to me. He sai

st anniversary, believing he was

fury. "You want this

ipped the locket from his neck

er

nd hurled it into the greasy,

oked cry e

f Antoine, my mentor. Hi

my knees, trying to reach into the fil

ngham, blonde and perfect, stepped out, her l

s this... person doing

dark, ugly red. Humili

king me up. "Get up! Y

across my face. The sti

his voice venomous. "Thinking

ailer trash. That' s

cheap slice of pizza on a New York stoop, dreaming a

it, Ethan?" I whispered, t

st gl

I turned and walked away, towards the bus station sign