Chapter Twenty-Eight
Seeing the M through the eyes of a child, namely the eyes of a tough street kid who was nearly sixteen but had never had anything nice, made Rose take a moment—not because she wasn’t used to luxurious places but because she’d taken them for granted. She’d had the best of the best, being married to a senator. Granted, her marriage was going to be a thing of the past soon, but fine things had been, at one time, a way of life for her.
Billy Jo, though, was a kid who’d seen too much of the rough and tough side of life. She’d never once been part of a family, never once stayed anyplace nice. Rose could see it in the way she hung back, taking in the massive lobby and the people passing by, wearing all manner of dressy casual clothes. She shoved on the pink-rimmed sunglasse
