She’d fallen asleep again. Her head was kind of slumped forward. Her nose was running too. I found a Kleenex in my pocket and carefully wiped her nose first, then my own. She didn’t wake up. I wiped my face with the edge of my sweater because I didn’t want to waste any more Kleenex. I started putting the rest of my stuff in my bag. I’d meant what I’d said to Justin. I wasn’t going back. I couldn’t. I opened the truck door on my side and climbed out so I could check around on the floor to make sure I had everything. Justin grabbed my shoulder from behind. I sucked in a breath and almost fell onto the dirt. “What the hell are you doing, Evie?” he said. “Let go of me!” I gave him a shove. He stumbled back but kept his balance. “What are you doing?” he said again. I glanced inside the truck. Brianna was still asleep. I turned to face Justin. “I’m not going back,” I said, hands jammed in my pockets. “You want to go back? Go ahead. Brianna and I will be fine without you.”
