Willa stopped the car, but Maggie didn't get out. "What's the matter?" Willa asked. "You're going to be late for class if you don't hurry!"
Maggie sighed. "Mom, it's just..."
"Just what?" A mischievous smirk decorated her face. "The teachers don't like you anymore? Some boy in class giving you heartache?"
"Mom, ever since you got laid off, it's like you've been rushing me out the door every morning. It's like you're in a bigger hurry than when you actually had a job!"
Willa frowned, and began struggling to come up with an answer. "I just have... I'm trying really hard, to find a new job, to support you and your sister..."
"Mom, I'm eighteen now, and Bella's twenty. We're old enough to support ourselves, and we don't need you shielding us anymore. You can tell me."
"There's nothing to
