come up with a game plan and Dani was the best bet.
She’d give Emily advice because she wanted her money.
It wasn’t a pretty thing to realize, and it certainly didn’t
make her feel good, but it was the truth.
At the very worst, Emily could spend a miserable night in
her car. Unless her parents reported it stolen. Then she really
didn’t know what she’d do.
Maybe the whole thing would have been better if I smiled.
What’s so wrong with smiling?
She wasn’t ready to give up before she even tried. There
were still plenty of options to exhaust. She consoled herself as
she drove out of the driveway and down the street. She wasn’t
nearly on her last leg yet. She had a long way to go, and she
wasn’t giving up. Her mother liked to constantly remind her
that she was a Radcliffe, and Radcliffes were tough. She was
tough. She wasn’t scared at all about leaving her parent’s
house while everyone was angry, and everything was a mess.
Not one little bit.
Chapter 8
Dani
When Dani opened the back door to find Emily standing at
the top of the wooden stairs that led from the back alley beside
the shop up to the apartment’s door, she let out a low whistle.
Emily looked wrecked. Her hair was thin and limp. She was
still wearing the yellow sundress, but it looked wilted now, not
happy and sunshiny. Her eyes were red rimmed and there were
dark smudges under them, like she hadn’t slept well, even
though there hadn’t been a night between when they’d seen
each other last.
“Geez. It went that well, huh?” Dani tried to be sympathetic.