Speed Rail

My life revolves around just one thing: my daughter. I don’t have the time or energy for anything else—not my foolish dream of an acting career and definitely not the annoying woman who opened a gym in the warehouse behind my garage. Piper’s a menace to society between her loud music hurling weights around like a shot putter and her building that is definitely not up to code. Unfortunately my kid thinks she’s the best thing since unlimited screen-time. It’s getting harder to avoid Piper when my daughter keeps going over there to ask about hair braids and sports teams. Maybe I took things too far when I called the building inspector on Piper but she can’t keep bringing clients into that fire hazard of a gym. And I can’t have her behind my house all the time clad in spandex and making me think about things I have no business wishing for. I’m done with relationships. Whatever I feel for Piper is passing. If I drive her away I can get back to raising my da