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“Still couldn’t knock me down to your level.” I laughed before turning serious. “Listen, uh, I’m sort of in a jam out here. Think you could do me a favor?”
“Yeah, whatever you need, dude,” he added, all joking aside.
When I got off the phone with August, I padded over to Bridge’s room and knocked on her door.
“Come in,” she grumbled.
I opened the door and found her hunched over a trash can.
“Yeah, we’re not going to be able to hide this for long,” I said, shutting the door behind me.
“Shut up,” she complained uncharacteristically.
“Why don’t you keep crackers by your bed?” I asked, repeating something I’d overheard somewhere.
I noticed her face looked pale and her eyes were watery. I wanted to kick the ass who did this to her.
“I do, but nothing works. Nothing. I mean, nothing works. All eating crackers gives me is something more substantial to throw up. God,” she groaned, “I wish I’d never let this happen.”
“Dude, it’s pointless now. What’s done is done.”
“Thank you, Spence,” she bit sarcastically.
I hid a smirk.
“What’s the plan? Send me off to our cousin’s? Pretend my nonexistent husband died in the war?”
“Funny, but not too far off.”
“What does that mean?”
“I mean, we have to hide, Bridge.”
“Maybe I can, like, take a semester off, have the baby here, give it up or something.”
“He’ll never go for that. He’d never risk being exposed.”
“Well, maybe-maybe we—” she began, the backs of her hands against her cheeks.
“We can’t anything other than leave L.A.”
“I can’t,” she answered desperately. She stood, then realized she could barely stay upright so she slumped at the edge of her bed. “I can’t leave L.A. All my friends are here, school. What about Mom?”
“Mama’s afraid of Dad, Bridge. She’ll only stop us.”
“Maybe she’d come with us,” she added wildly, wringing her hands.
“She won’t. She’ll try to stop us and you know it.”
Bridge’s hands pushed her hair out of her face. “I can’t do this without Mama, Spence.”
“Yes, you can. I’ll be there.”
“It’s not the same,” she said honestly.
My heart broke for her a little. “I know, Bridge, and I’m sorry for that, but this is what we have to work with.”
“What are we going to do about money? Where are we going to go?”
