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“You didn’t have to get my stuff,” Nova says to me. “You could’ve waited.”
“It’s all you have, and I didn’t want anything to happen to it.”
“Do you need help getting the rest?” my mom asks.
“That’s it,” I say. “That’s all she had.”
My mom looks down at the small blue duffle bag, her hand going to her mouth. “I need to go upstairs.” She takes off.
“What is going on with her? She’s acting really strange.”
“I don’t know.” Nova looks up at me. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
I smile at her. “Why are you up? You should be in bed.”
“Your mom said you left. I had to go find you.”
“In a blizzard?” I laugh. “I don’t think my mom would’ve been okay with that.”
“She wouldn’t let me leave.”
Ted would have. Nova’s dad would’ve too. They wouldn’t care if she went out in a blizzard and died. This is strange for her, having people care about her and take care of her. Whenever my mom tries to help Nova or offers to do something for her or acts concerned for her, Nova looks confused like she can’t figure out why my mom would do that.
“Is that why my mom was hugging you? To keep you from leaving?”
“No. It was because I was scared. I thought you were hurt.”
“I drive in this stuff all the time. I’m used to it.”
“What about Ted’s car?”
“I’ll have to go back with a shovel and dig it out. It’s buried in snow.”
“Well, thanks for getting the bag.”
I pick it up. “Let’s go take it downstairs.”
We go to the basement and into her room.
“How was the fashion show?” I set her duffle bag on the bench at the end of the bed.
“It was okay. I had no idea people had that many shoes.”
“Most people don’t. Jenna’s obsessed with them so she buys them all the time. She’s the same way with clothes.”
“She knows a lot about fashion. Maybe she could do that for a living someday.”
“I can’t see her ever working a job. She’d rather find some rich guy to marry so she could shop all day.”
Nova gets into bed, looking exhausted. Her eyes close as her head hits the pillow.
“Nova?” I sit beside her. She doesn’t answer. I think she’s already asleep. I kiss her forehead. “I’ll check on you later.”
Going back upstairs, I find my mom in the kitchen.
“Any requests for lunch?” she asks, opening the fridge.
“We just had breakfast.”
