In a hazy way, Nell knew that Alex and the others were discussing options. Arguing. Barking and puffing at each other. She wanted out, wanted to be alone more than anything. Except for getting that kiss. Kind of shallow to be thinking about kisses right now. Chances of it happening were beyond slim but it still seemed more likely she’d get kissed than turn out to be some kind of lost mafia kid.
It was too incredible, too improbable, too interesting to be true. She put a finger on the corner of the photo, as if touching it would make the unthinkable real, and pulled it to where she could see it again. Something about the shot bothered her, though she was too tired to figure out what. Was it remotely possible that her mother had given up the mansion for a cabin in Wyoming? For a job at the
