Outright, I fell in love with The Good Girl when I read it. Bawled over it when I was done. I was so affected that I soon requested for an e-galley of PRETTY BABY just a few days after.
Heidi was consumed by the image of a teenage girl with a baby tucked within her jacket, in the pouring rain, at the L, of all places. When opportunity struck, she reached out and asked the girl to join her for dinner. Willow was reluctant with strangers and their offer of help, but present circumstances pushed her to accept Heidi’s help, at least for the baby’s sake. From there on, their story spins into a spiral of revelations and bewilderment.
It didn’t take long to figure out I had nowhere to go. People stared at me, and it wasn’t a stare that was kind or concerned, but mean judgmental, uncaring.