Chapter 232
Her eyes were burning with tears that she was trying desperately not to let loose. She didn’t want a father and she didn’t want her stupid uncles who didn’t want her either. Mom was right, this place was stupidand horribleand she hated it
And even if she wanted to go back to Dockside now, it was too far away, because she didn’t think she could take one more step.
Billie choked back a sob and looked around. There was a short row of houses just ahead. They looked familiar. The second one had a fence around it that was painted with flowers all over it, and Billie definitely remembered that. She had come here with Uncle Scooter a couple of weeks ago because one of the waitresses had been sick—not Kat, but the one with hair almost as dark as Billie’s—and she and Uncle Scooter had brought some soup.
Billie couldn’t remember her name. It started with an E, though, she thought. Emma? No.