On the other end of the line, Gia laughed. It was a wet, broken sound. “No,” she said, and for once, it wasn’t a performance. There was no audience. No producer. No Netflix deal. Just a fluorescent light buzzing over a hospital bed and a sister who hadn’t spoken to her in 365 days.
No, she thought, sliding into the driver’s seat. It wasn’t. But for the first time in a year, someone was finally telling the truth. is everything ok? gia paige
What happened?
I’m at the VA on Sepulveda.
Just checking.