I poked around at the carrots on my dinner tray, reflecting on the conversation Ryanne and I had earlier.
I spoke with her for awhile, and listened as she explained the road she had taken that led her to where she was today. Looking at her, I couldn’t have imagined the dark past she’d experienced. She looked young, and sweet. I imagined her working at an ice cream shop or Petland. Not recruiting girls from jail to join her rehab program.
At first I was hesitant to speak with her, I had been on a mission to find drugs.My foot had been tapping wildly under the table and my mind was elsewhere through most of our conversation. Her mouth was moving, words were coming out, but I wasn’t processing a thing. Until she said something that caught me by surprise. “You hate God, don’t you?”
My foot stopped tapping and…
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