“Thanks for the ride,” Lindy said when they arrived home. She prodded DJ. “Yeah, thanks.” “See you tomorrow?” DJ heard Robert ask, but she didn’t wait for her mother’s answer. If she never in her whole life spoke to her mother again, it would be too soon. She didn’t stomp. She didn’t yell. She didn’t cry. She unlocked the front door, left it open for her mother, and walked up the stairs to her room. This door she shut. The click sounded loud in the silence. She crossed the room and stood in front of the window. It was a good thing breathing didn’t take thought and effort, because she wouldn’t have bothered. How could she ever afford to keep Major in Los Angeles? How would she find a stable? She knew Bridget gave her extra help without charging. Would anyone else do that? And Amy. How could she leave Amy? And Gran and Joe? She couldn’t live without Gran. Gran. The thought stopped the panic like throwing a light switch.
