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my chest felt like it was weighed down with cement. “She deserves better than this. She needs you to be her mom.”
    Still nothing.
    I whipped around and left her bedroom. The heaviness in my chest lingered as I pulled out the cash, separating just enough to cover the bare essentials.
    We were running out of money. Dad’s life insurance would be gone within the next year. What would I do then? College was out of the question. Hell, finishing my senior year might be out the window if I needed to get a job sooner than I’d planned.
    Downstairs, Olivia waited for me; her face stained with the remnants of her earlier tears. I looked away, feeling like an epic failure. “You ready?”
    Tipping her chin down, she shrugged her tiny shoulders. She didn’t talk to me the whole way out to the Jeep. While she buckled herself in the backseat, I eyed the needle on the gas gauge and mentally counted the leftover funds.
    “Emmie?”
    I glanced over my shoulder at her. “What?”
    Her eyes were wide, a vibrant jade color. There was something in them that gave me pause. Unease unfolded in the pit of my stomach, making my hands tremble.
    “I have a really bad feeling,” Olivia said, picking at a patch of glitter on her dress. “Like the one I had before… before Daddy died. Do you remember? I have that feeling again.”
    Of course I remembered that feeling .
    But Olivia had been three at the time of the accident, and I’d barely paid attention to any of the babble that’d come out of her mouth.
    I still remembered, though.
    She’d leaned across the backseat and grasped my arm. “Something bad is going to happen,” she’d whispered.
    And I’d frowned at her and ripped my arm away, annoyed because our parents had been arguing again—arguing about her. Shaking myself out of those memories, I rubbed my forehead, feeling a headache starting in.
    “Emmie?” Olivia gripped the back of my seat.
    I forced a smile for her. “Nothing bad is going to happen. I promise you.”
    She looked doubtful, and it was like a punch in the gut.
    “We’ll be in and out, and then Adam will come over later. You like Adam, right?”
    She let go of the seat, falling back. “Yeah.”
    “Okay. Good,” I whispered.
    Since Olivia had successfully freaked me out, the trip to the store took longer than before. I was extra-wary of stoplights and other drivers. I breathed a sigh of relief when we pulled into the back of the packed parking lot.
    Rain clouds had darkened the sky, causing several of the street lamps to flicker on. Fat drops splattered the dense woods surrounding the parking lot. I glanced at the clock on my cell, surprised to find it nearly seven o’clock.
    Olivia hopped out the back, trailing behind me. “Can I push the cart?”
    I welcomed the change in the mood. “Promise me you won’t run over any old people this time and it’s a deal.”
    Olivia giggled as she wiggled between me and the shopping cart. There was no deal. She was death on wheels behind a shopping cart, but it helped me keep an eye on her and it would prevent another epic breakdown.
    Old people, watch out.
    Her head barely reached the bar as she inched the cart through the automatic doors. The place was packed for a Thursday, full of women in heels and men frowning at shopping lists.
    Olivia rammed the display of bananas and then the back of my legs when I stopped to grab a bag of apples. “Beep! Beep! Beep!” She shrieked as she backed the cart up.
    Limping over to the bread, I grabbed a loaf. My cell vibrated in my back pocket. Sticking the bread under my arm, I slid the beat-up thing out and flipped it open. It was a text from Adam. Any news?
    Still at store. Will text u when done , I sent back.
    Not even five seconds later I received, U SUCK. OK. Text me .
    I grinned and headed back to the cart. I didn’t know what I’d do without Adam. It was hard to even think about it. I dropped the bread in the cart. “Olivia, what’s all over your face?”
    She turned