The Day I Opened My Eyes to His Lies

The night before I left for Northgate Hospital, I went back to the parlor for the ID I'd forgotten.

But at the back door, I overheard my coworker Pamela Pruitt talking with my boyfriend, Abraham Gilbert.

"She's an idiot. She still thinks I'm blind."

"But that's exactly the type the customers like. Pretty, can't see, willing to sweet-talk them for money."

"And those ugly, filthy clients—might as well let her take them if they tip a little. I can't stand serving them."

I froze in the doorway.

All these years, Pamela always said she was handing me the clients with the highest commission.