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

bottle in front of Brad like a sacrifice to a hungry god.

“Thanks, Sophia,” Brad said, not even meeting my eyes. He took a sip and grimaced theatrically. “A bit dry, isn’t it? I prefer something sweeter, but it’ll do.”

The wine he’d just insulted cost more than his car payment. Not that he made car payments—I’d discovered that repo notice in the mail continue reading …