Devil in Louboutins

THE PAST

On my last day at Cornell University, my dad held my hand firmly in his as he helped me drag my bags to the car. I felt small, and I was scared and shaky the whole time. A small crowd had gathered to watch with curious looks on their faces. I didn't blame them. It wasn’t every day that a third year law student just dropped out in the middle of the semester. But how could I stay? When the