If only his voice weren't so cold. Alyssa had died a little every day without Drew. Now, suddenly, he had returned. Too bad the financial aid she got wasn't quite enough. It covered half of this furnished apartment and her car payment and insurance, books and tuition. Her mother paid the other half of the rent, bought groceries, and still, always, made payments on the debts left by her father's illness. There wasn't quite enough food to go around, especially when there weren't many singing gigs to flesh out the checks, but Alyssa made sure her mother and son were well taken care of. I'm strong and will soon be earning a proper income. Drew found me about a year and a half too soon. “Maybe we should shop together, the three of us,” she suggested in a soft, hesitant voice. “Ethan likes going
