Nowhere But Here. Katie McGarry

Eli believes it to be true and it works me back into his good graces then I’ll take it. “She hasn’t run away from me yet.” At least not far enough that I couldn’t catch her.

      “We’ll be leaving here around three. Get some sleep. If she trusts you then I want you riding with us when we meet with her parents. You better wow me if you want to make prospect.”

      I nod to him then glance at Emily as I leave. Amazing how someone so innocent and beautiful can wreak so much havoc.

      Mom shuts the door behind us and leans into me like a rabid animal. “Did you know Emily had the picture? Did she bring it with her? Tell me that nod of your head did not mean that Olivia gave it to her.”

      From the living room, Cyrus pokes his head around the corner and we stay silent until he resumes whatever he was doing. I keep my tone down when I answer Mom. “Olivia did give it to her. I told Emily not to tell Eli.”

      Mom rams her fingers through her hair. “Eli will go ballistic if he finds out. You need to stay away from Emily.”

      I chuckle. “I’m not stupid enough to hook up with Eli’s daughter.”

      “Ew.” Her face crinkles. “Emily’s practically family to us.”

      No, she’s not. She’s an outsider causing problems.

      “But that’s not what I mean,” she says. “There’s a lot of old unmapped land mines surrounding her and I don’t want you to end up collateral damage.”

      “I can take care of myself.”

      Mom does that sad smile that she gave to me time and time again when I was younger after I came in bruised and bleeding from whatever trouble I had found. She touches my cheek. “That’s what I’m scared of. You know your father and I are here if you need us.”

      “Yeah,” I answer.

      Mom presses, “I mean it. If you need anything—”

      A ring of a bell cuts her off and both of us turn our heads to Olivia’s room. We bought her that bell after her initial chemo treatment so she could call us in. She threw it at Cyrus and told him to shove the bell up his ass. She hates acting like a victim. “I hear the grumble of your voice, Oz. Get in here and give me answers.”

      “She needs sleep.” Mom wavers on her feet and I despise the circles under her eyes. “But she won’t settle down until she finds out what’s going on with Emily.”

      “I’ll take care of her.” I hold my hand out. “And I’ll get the picture back to her.”

      Mom digs the photo out and gives it to me. “This isn’t the life I wanted for you. I had hoped you’d choose something different.”

      Something within me shifts and my forehead furrows. What the hell? Mom collapses against the wall and scrubs her face with her hands. A pang of worry ricochets through me. There probably isn’t a person in this house who has slept in days. Because of that, I let her comment go. College Mom mentions, but walking away from Snowflake and the club—never. Exhaustion is causing everyone to talk nonsense.

      I wrap an arm around my mother and pull her into me. She hugs me back and I kiss the top of her head. “Get some sleep.”

      “Promise me you’ll sleep, as well.”

      “Sure.” Whenever I can.

      “Izzy?” Dad stands at the end of the hallway in the living room. He surveys both of us and I hide the picture from view. If I had a patch on my back, I’d be required to tell Eli what Olivia divulged to Emily. For once, I’m happy I’m not currently under that obligation.

      “You ready to go home?” he asks Mom.

      Mom sends me that sad smile again before seeking the shelter of my father’s body.

      “You gonna man up tomorrow about falling asleep on the job?” my father asks as he hugs Mom.

      “Yeah,” I answer, then jack my thumb in the opposite direction of him. “I’m going to sit with Olivia.”

      He nods his approval and I leave my parents behind as I head into the room of the one person I can’t imagine living without.