Chapter 32
MAGGIE
October had disappeared, leaving a drab November in its place. Vegas went from brown to even browner as the grass died, the leaves fell from the park trees, and even the palm trees looked decayed and sad.
I worked at the diner and finished choreographing my audition piece, although I was never satisfied with it. It was good, but not quite there yet. With Nico’s debt paid, and that extra cash from Fraze, I resumed drop-in classes at Fluidity. I barely saw Jay Thornton and I was pretty sure he was avoiding me.
Life was back to normal for me, but not so much for Bronwyn.
“I’m so sick of this,” she said, stuffing a handful of caramel popcorn into her mouth. Bronwyn didn’t drown her sorrows in ice cream or chocolate like most girls, or alcohol like Nico. Bronwyn’s krypton
