Roxy’s POV Rosie was at it again, her long red hair tied up in a messy bun, crouched low beside her dad’s old Thunderbird. Her jeans were smeared with grease, her hands black, face shiny with sweat, but she looked totally focused. Like this car could actually come back to life if she willed it hard enough. I sat in the passenger seat, door open, one leg hanging out, tapping my hand against the steering wheel. She grunted as something clanked loudly under the hood. “Rosie,” I said. “Hold on,” she muttered, disappearing deeper into the engine like she was crawling inside it. The air smelled like rust, gasoline, and summer. My leg bounced. I had something to say, and it was eating me alive. I tapped again. “Rosie.” Nothing. She wiped her forehead with the back of her wrist. “Come on, baby,” she whispered to the engine like it could hear her. “Just one little growl for mama.” Why am I sitting here in this truck watching her waste her time as usual. Yes because I nee
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