I didn’t know where Kasey was, Maria wasn’t at the booth, and I had $2.75 of spare change in my wallet. So, I walked to the bus stop at the corner of Sixth and Liberty bounced up and down on my toes, trying to keep myself warm.
Sharp pains continued to pulse in my stomach. I feared that as soon as I stepped onto the bus, I’d throw up again. But it was my only way home.
A familiar black car pulled up to the curb with its window rolled down. With one hand resting against the top of the wheel, the other on the gearstick, Eros leaned over the passenger seat and gazed out the window. “Get in.”
I clenched my fists by my side. “No.” I didn’t need him cleaning up my mess either.
“Get in, Dani, or I’ll put you in myself.”
My bus approached a red light down the street. I pulled out my wallet.
