Lucky

People deserve second chances. And third chances. All people do is make mistakes. If we never forgave, we’d all be alone.

Unfortunately the heart doesn’t often give a shit what the mind has to say to it.

She was just as bad as all the marks her father had told her to keep an eye out for over the years. The ones who were easy to scam because if offered love, or friendship, or a good sob story, they willfully blinded themselves, they chose to trust.

That was the beauty of it. That, right there, was the grift itself: that moment of hope, that quickening of pulse, the what if, what if it’s me, what if it’s my ticket, what would I do with all that money, who would I become?

She had read enough books about heroes and villains to know which side they were on.