CHAPTER 51 – Lexi

I want it noted somewhere that I am not a crier. I actually despise crying, not because it makes you weak or shows your frailties. No, I hate crying because some women are pretty criers and their tears are like sparking raindrops of goodness that adorn their cheeks making them even more beautiful than they already are.

And then there are the rest of us. Blotchy, snotty messes with red-rimmed eyes and quivering chins that resemble a hyena in heat. Not that I have seen a hyena in...