I’ve got a warm jacket on, even though it’s way too sweaty in this weather. It’s the beginning of October, but it feels the same as it did at the end of August. It’s not like it fits with the corset and the dress, but I guess I can’t help it when Mum keeps fussing over me like this.
“Are you okay?” She puts something in my bag. She’s way more worried about this all than I am. I guess maybe I should be more worried, but with Lola and Hunter around, and also Hanna, I guess I feel safe.
“I’m fine. Stop fussing. Go check on Lola or something.” I take the bag from her and dig through it, taking out a few things. Meal bars. I let out a sigh and put only two back in.
“She packed everything last night. You didn’t pack anything.” Mum puts another bar back in, and I let out a sigh, but leave it i
