Ruby's POV
My eyes widened as I stared at him, completely caught off guard.
What exactly was he trying to say?
"Are you prepared to share the real story with me now?" he questioned.
"Oh... yes, absolutely."
I dabbed at my face with trembling fingers. My throat felt raw and scratchy as I began recounting how I landed this position and how desperate financial circumstances had forced me to secretly take shelter inside the store.
Dear God.
I thought begging him for employment was the most degrading moment of my life.
Apparently, I was wrong. This was even worse.
After finishing my confession, I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze.
Someone like him could never comprehend what it meant to have nowhere to go. Would he judge me the same way everyone else did? Like I was nothing more than trash from the streets?
"I understand," he finally responded. "Can you get up? Clean your face. We're heading back."
Anxiety churning in my stomach, I stood and trailed behind him.
