“This job is awesome.” Yeah, that word sounded foreign coming out of Sophia’s mouth. Too late now.
“This is my first job. But emotionally? It seems safe. I don’t do well taking orders, because in my world? That’s all women do. But here? I can make suggestions and chat. Plus the owner usually only stops in once a week.”
Sophia felt awkward talking about home. She missed it. And it qas changing for the better. But it didn’t erasse the scars or PTSD.