Several hours later, Dust was finishing up on the bus when Josie came around the end. She had her hands in the front pockets of her jeans and her head down. Dust wiped his grimy hands on the towel hanging from the mirror.
“You okay?” he asked, walking toward her. Josie lifted her chin and shrugged. Her gaze didn’t quite meet his and her lips twisted with a bitter smile. He came to a stop in front of her and waited. “Hey,” he murmured, reaching up to touch her chin.
Josie’s eyes filled with tears. She tried to hide them, but failed when one slipped down her cheek. Dust wasn’t sure what to do. This was a side of Josie he had never seen before. Reaching out, he pulled her into his arms and just held her.
“I hate my family,” Josie whispered in a broken voice.
“Yeah, I would too if they wer
