Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 69

GRACE

I go to work the next day. After she finished sweeping the streets with Claire, we return to the Sanitation Center for our lunch break. However, I notice that my colleagues are giving me sidelong glances one at a time. Some glances are looks of curiosity, while others are filled with disdain, mockery, and pity.

And many of them are pointing at me as they whisper amongst themselves.

I find it weird.

Claire looks alarmed as she approaches from the supply closet. She pulls me aside and quietly asks, "Grace, were you in jail?"

I’m shaken and my face instantly pales. it’s like I can feel the blood leaving my body.

I didn’t lie on my application. I was forthright with my incarceration and my commitment to being a productive member of society again. But that information should have been private.

Although… I’d already mentally prepared herself for this, knowing that every secret had its way of surfacing.

This one, about her past, was inevitable. I suppose I’m lucky to have made it this long.