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could’ve happened because he was tired and got distracted.”
    “No. It happened because he was repulsed and upset by what I told him. It happened because he was trying to be strong for me by not letting me see his sorrow and trying to drive sixty-five miles an hour through a veil of tears next to a concrete barrier. It happened because of me , Olivia.”
    “Oh, Gabby. Come here.” Olivia pulled Gabby in closer and the dam broke once again.
    “Oh my God, Olivia. I-I’m so sorry. I sh-sh-shouldn’t be still doing this. I sh-should be over this by now,” Gabby said through her heaving sobs.
    “Don’t be sorry. I think you needed this. Sometimes you have to completely shatter before you can rebuild,” Olivia said through her tears as she cried along with her sister. “I think we both needed this.”
    They were so entwined in each other’s lives, had always directly felt—really actually felt—every emotion and feeling of each other’s. Right now, Gabby knew Olivia was feeling her pain in her own heart as if it was her own—and it was—as her twin sister held her. She was glad Olivia had finally given her the kick in the butt to move this train along and hoped finally talking about all of it would be what she needed to move on with her life. She couldn’t take the sharp pain of guilt anymore. She still wanted to feel—but more than just pain.

CHAPTER 7
    “Hey , you... new kid. Where you get those kicks?”
    Emma startled, as if she’d just woken, and her eyes shot up to the woman slumped in the corner of the bunk. It was Scary Woman who’d spoken to her. She quickly shuttered her eyes back down to the floor, but not before seeing Hooker and Follower also warily watching her.
    Emma struggled to make sense of it. Had she really managed to fall asleep on this cold floor? She must have. Everything felt surreal, as it usually did when Emma awoke normally. She was sure the women had fallen asleep after she’d first come in, and she’d glanced up several times to see them still sleeping at first, but she must have eventually dozed off too. They were all definitely awake now.
    Emma could feel the heat from Scary Woman’s aggressive stare burning into her but didn’t want to risk looking directly back at her, even if she had been spoken to.
    She took a moment to consider her choices and then looked up, meeting her stare, studying Scary Woman the same way she was being studied.
    The woman wasn’t that big, really not any bigger than Emma, which wasn’t saying much at her meager five-foot-one-inch stature, but the woman looked mean—and dangerous. Her sunken eyes were rimmed with black circles and her closed mouth looked caved in upon itself, as if the bones and teeth were withered away underneath, not doing the job nature intended them. With her tattoo-sleeved arms crossed over her chest and her pierced nose wrinkled, looking down with a frown at Emma, she looked street-tough.
    “Girl, you deaf? I said ... where’d you get those kicks?”
    Emma continued to stare back at her, wondering how this scary woman knew of her kicks. Did that cop talk to them before I was brought back? What an unprofessional asshole, telling them about my arrest... Isn’t that illegal or something? she thought.
    “Well... I don’t know. I didn’t learn from anywhere or anyone. I was just pissed off,” Emma finally answered hesitantly, hoping not to sound as if she were bragging.
    “What? Are you stupid or something, kid? I’m talking about your boots. I like ‘em.”
    “Oh! I thought you were talking about... never mind. I got them on sale at Nordstrom’s... the one at Southpark Mall in Charlotte. Have you been there?” Emma answered cheerily, as if this were just another girl at school, asking about her boots. Maybe these types of people did have some civility, she thought.
    The cell erupted in obnoxious laughter. Scary Woman and her follower slapped hands in the air, as if they’d just scored in a game Emma hadn’t