In the days that followed, Willow was there for me almost every second that she wasn’t at work or asleep. She took me to doctor’s appointments and out shopping when my grandparent’s needed groceries. She helped me search for cheap cars and apply for loans. I even started putting in housing applications, and got on a few wait lists at different apartment complexes. I vented to her about my grandma’s mood swings and how quickly she’d go from trying to give practical advice for finding a new car to telling me how this was my karma for letting Alan’s Nissan get repossessed.
“You have to get out of there,” Willow frowned one day as she was taking me to a dealership. I had applied online for financing, and they claimed I was pre-approved, even without a down payment. I was nervous to see if it
