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Fionna stared out the window of the bus, looking across the Sonora desert as they rode to Mesa, guilt gnawing at her.
But what could she do?
Shane had a lot of cash in there and it would go far, though it felt wrong to spend any of it.
She stared at his driver’s license instead.
Shane Sumner
227 Oak Ridge Lane
Tucson, Arizona
Aislinn snatched the ID out of her hand and started to wail again.
It was crowded and hot, and Aislinn had been crying the whole way. The other passengers glared at them.
Fiona made eye contact with a woman across the row. “I'm sorry, she's hungry. She's on a growing streak.”
That was putting it mildly.
She was a toddler now, a very ornery one, and growing like a weed.
The woman nodded and smiled at her with compassion.
The bus arrived in Mesa a half
