They Said I Would Always Come Last—So I Stepped Away And Let Them Feel It

Men like Brad always came back for one more score.

I was waiting in the hallway when he tried to sneak out the back door, my mother’s jewelry box clutched under his arm.

“Going somewhere, Brad?” I asked.

He froze, his face cycling through surprise, fear, and then a calculated smile that made my skin crawl.

“Sophia. Look, I know this looks bad, but I can continue reading …