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mind.”
    “Nine, okay,” Camilla agreed.
    “Do I get names?” he asked me.
    “Camilla,” I said pointing at my friend. “And I’m Erin.”
    “Camilla and Erin,” he said as he got up to leave. “We’re like old friends already.”
    “I still don’t want your banana,” I told him with a mischievous smile.
    “I’ll think of something better then,” he laughed as he turned and walked away from us.
    I watched him go. Once out of sight, I turned to my friend. “I’m still hungry,” I told Camilla, who laughed at me.
    In the distance, I heard Led Zeppelin singing What Is and What Should Never Be and nodded my head to the music in silent agreement. It had taken hundreds of miles and a few years, but I had eventually found the happiness that lied within me.

Chapter 4
    Shayna
    She had her own room now, but was too scared to close her eyes at night. It was too quiet when she did, so she tried to keep her eyes open as long as she could. It wasn’t a fun game though and her sleepiness usually won.
    She didn’t know the people she lived with. All she knew for sure was that police officers had taken her away from Momma while Momma slept on the floor. She hadn’t wanted to leave Momma, but the policeman that had carried her to his car said she had to. Momma wasn’t going to wake up, he told her. She was in Heaven.
    Heaven, where the angels live. Maybe Momma was happy there. Maybe she was so happy there she wasn’t going to come back.
    She wanted to go back home. She missed Momma. And she missed the baby dolls she left behind. They must be scared without her, she thought. They needed her to take care of them, to fight off the darkness that lived in their home.
    She thought Nate, the policeman who had carried her away from Momma, might be nice because he visited her every day. He’d sit down and watch her play with her baby doll while she pretended he wasn’t there. He talked to her sometimes, but she tried not to hear him. Maybe if he left, Momma could come back.

Chapter 5
    Erin
    It was close to ten, but already Hog’s Breath was packed. We inched our way to the bar where Tonya and Brianna ordered some sort of fruity drinks with cute names while Camilla, Jermaine and I ordered Coronas. The music itself was pretty good, and I immediately recognized some of the older rock songs. And while I had never heard ACDC belt out a harmonica solo, it actually did the song justice.
    Eventually, Trent caught sight of me and left his band and walked toward us.
    “Sexy guitarists ain’t got shit on me, huh?” he asked.
    “Eh,” I joked and made the hand gesture for so-so.
    “Eh?” he repeated in mock horror.
    “This poor girl has no taste in music,” Tonya told him. “Tonya,” she introduced herself, extending her hand to him, which he shook.
    “Well, Tonya,” Trent addressed her, “since you obviously know more than our Erin here, do you wanna sit up by the band? I saved a table.”
    “Yes, absolutely, yes!” Tonya exclaimed as she grabbed her drink, put her arm around my shoulders, and led us to the empty table.
    Trent winked at me before taking his place behind a microphone and started playing his harmonica, perfectly in synch with the rest of the band, as if he had not just taken a quick break. He was good, I admitted to myself. And yes, sexy.
    I tried to be discreet as I watched him play, which seemed ridiculous since he was performing and would want people to look at him. But I didn’t want him to catch me. Which again didn’t make any sense since he had gone out of his way to let me know he had noticed me. Which kind of made me feel uncomfortable with an exaggerated sense of confidence. I wasn’t really the type of girl to be noticed, but he had noticed me. And I was obviously over thinking everything. As usual. Welcome to my little corner of the universe where sanity does not obviously reside, I thought as I downed my beer and reached for another.
    Before I could get too comfortable, Tonya had me by