B O N N I E
"Oh, I don't technically live there, I just stay there occasionally to keep Dad company, you know after-" he stops, cutting himself off and I know exactly why. He is thinking about his mom. The sad, distant look on his face tells me everything I need to know. I hear him gulp and my heart clenches, knowing he is hurting and there is nothing I can say or do to help him.
"Where do you live then?" Olivia perks up, leaning forward in between our seats. I can always count on her to voice questions I'm too afraid to ask. That's one of the many, many things I love about Olivia, but it can also be a dangerous habit, for example, right now.
I feel her hand lightly squeeze my shoulder; I want to smack her hand away so badly and tell her to stop trying to set me up; I love her, but this
