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CHAPTER TWO I’m Not Okay Tracey sat in her car crying for what seemed like forever. She had parked in the back of the Access News building parking lot, where she went on air weekly for almost six years. Now, she couldn’t find it in herself to go in and take her seat in the

CHAPTER ONE Everything Costs Something Tracey’s cell phone rang continuously on the nightstand until Tracey slapped at it, hoping to stop the annoying chimes. As soon as her eyes closed, the phone started up again. She stretched and yawned before raising it against her ear. “Damn Meek, what time is it?” “Well, good morning to