Cari Quinn

I bruised faces and occasionally broke bones for a living, but I’d never left a woman feeling bad about herself.

Twice in one day now I’d been teased about my silence. It made me want to scream to show them they were wrong. I had plenty to say. Too much. The ironic part was that I had so many words in my head I didn’t have enough voice to get them all out.

I had my shit handled. Not only did I deal with it every day without flinching, I made money off my demons. I beat them back, again and again.