Twenty
Cassie
I plopped a pillow against the washing machine in my tiny make shift bedroom, making myself comfortable as I listened to the soft hum of the dryer. Once in a while, Mama Flor had to throw in a load of clothes late at night. She did laundry for a couple of university professors for extra cash. I’d gotten used to the noise since I began living with the Ruiz’s. It was actually soothing. Tonight, though, I just couldn’t seem to fall asleep.
It depressed me to think how things between Mandi and Nic could change so quickly. In the morning, Mandi and I were so happy. She was with Nic, and I was with Cody. It was like we were living a teen romance novel. Within hours, all of it was taken away.
Stubborn, sweet Mandi. I knew she wouldn’t change her mind about Nic no matter how much
