“What the Heaven happened to you?” Kasey asked, staring at my neck with wide eyes. Coffee was brewing behind the counter, filing the room with the bitter scent of mocha. I was just glad that it wasn’t cinnamon.
I fiddled with Mom’s necklace and scooted into the leather booth across from Kasey at Ollie’s. Her lipstick was almost as bright as the blood red cushion covers. “Just-uh…”
I tried to think of a quick excuse, but what would explain this big, disgusting bruise? Burning myself with the straightening iron? My hair wasn’t even straight, just a big frizzy mess. No one was that stupid.
“I don’t know.” I slumped against the table and gazed out of the windows. People in suits were rushing down the sidewalks, coffees in hand. A woman who looked as if she just walked out of Hell itself—wit
