Crash
Kelly's looking down at the bed, but I can still see the little lines she gets on her forehead that always make my stomach clench.
"You don't have to come to my place if you don't want to. We can work at Tommy's. But Dan's approved a couple hours a day as long as you're, you know, working with us."
Why can't I read the expression on her face? I used to know all of them.
"Good idea," Tommy says, offering a fist for me to bump. "Your place would be better since my mom's around, but whatever."
"Kel? I'm serious. You can go to Tommy's. If you don't want to help me, you can still help him." There's a note of pleading in my voice that I can't quite keep out. Kelly's so pale. I can't tell what's going on her in her head. I don't like it.
"You'd prefer that," she says, still not looking up from the blankets over my feet.
