BULLY ROOMATE
“Go to bed at a good time, I’ll make sure you’re up for school in the morning.”
“Got it,” he mumbled. I was sure hearing his older brother had meltdowns in the counselor’s office worried him. With Big Mouth Gabby around, it didn’t look like we could hide anything.
I found Josie leaned against the passenger side of my truck, her bags hanging in front of her while she glanced down at her flip-flops. “I’m sorry,” I said, lifting her chin. “She showed up. I wanted to spend some time alone.”
Josie smiled, though it didn’t meet her eyes. “It’s fine. Where are we going?”