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go,’ said Andie with a tired shrug. ‘You were the only one that offered.’
    ‘What about your friends?’ asked Cece. ‘Didn’t any of them offer to help you?’
    Andie thought of Marissa.
    ‘No,’ she said flatly.
    Cece held her hand tightly. ‘Then it’s good you’re here. You know, you can stay for as long as you like. You could even go to college here, if you want.’
    ‘I don’t know. I can’t really think that far ahead at the moment,’ she said, feeling guilty for seeming so ungrateful in the face of Cece’s generosity.
    Cece nodded. ‘Of course.’ She sounded understanding, if a little disappointed. ‘I’m just saying the offer is there.’
    ‘Thanks.’
    ‘You hungry?’ Cece asked brightly, obviously trying to lighten the mood.
    ‘Not really,’ said Andie. The chocolates had settled uneasily in her empty stomach, making her feel queasy.
    Andie had often felt sick in the last few months. She hadn’t been eating much because of it. Marissa had finally talked her into seeing a doctor. A stomach migraine , the doctor had told her. You’re not processing the stress. Do you want to see a psychologist? he’d asked.
    Andie had told him no and then never went back. She would work this out by herself. Like she did with everything else.
    ‘Are you still tired? Maybe I should leave you to sleep?’ Cece was saying.
    ‘Thanks,’ said Andie, nodding.
    Cece stood up. ‘I have to shoot tomorrow, but we can do dinner tomorrow night?’
    Andie smiled a little. ‘That would be nice.’
    It wasn’t like she had any other plans. No plans, no parents, no boyfriend, no friends.
    Cece walked to the door. ‘Oh, do you have your driver’s licence?’ she asked over her shoulder as she opened the door.
    ‘Yes,’ said Andie.
    ‘Great,’ smiled Cece. ‘I bought you a car. Rene can help you get used to it tomorrow.’
    ‘Oh,’ said Andie, which seemed incredibly insufficient. She’d never had her own car before. She mustered up more enthusiasm. ‘Thank you so much,’ she said, genuinely meaning it.
    Cece smiled warmly. ‘My pleasure.’ She raised her hand in a little wave. ‘Night, Andie.’
    ‘Goodnight, Cece.’

    Somehow Andie got through the night. She woke sometime the next morning and pulled on the fluffy white robe she’d found hanging in her wardrobe, then wandered downstairs in bare feet.
    Marta was polishing an already shiny table. ‘Morning, Miss Andie,’ she beamed.
    ‘Just Andie,’ Andie corrected, smiling at the woman. ‘Good morning.’
    ‘Did you sleep okay?’
    Andie thought about her night. Two-hour intervals of sleep, then lying awake, worrying and listening for Mum calling, even though Andie knew she wouldn’t ever call out again. She wished the memories would stop.
    ‘Fine, thanks.’
    ‘What can I get you for breakfast, Miss Andie?’
    ‘I’m not hungry, thanks,’ she said.
    Marta looked horrified. ‘You have to eat! You are too thin, like Miss Cece.’
    ‘Really, I’m fine,’ Andie insisted, but she could already tell that Marta was going to win, so she gave in and followed her through to the kitchen.
    ‘Woah, this kitchen is crazy!’ said Andie, looking around the huge space. The benches were white marble, and a chandelier hung from the high ceiling.
    ‘It’s a very good kitchen, yes,’ said Marta proudly. ‘Now, what can I make you? French toast? Waffles? Eggs?’
    ‘Maybe some fruit?’ asked Andie. ‘And yoghurt, if you have it.’
    She saw the disappointment on Marta’s face, but the woman recovered quickly, busying herself with Andie’s breakfast. She soon produced an amazing bowl of fresh berries and apple, topped with a creamy Greek yoghurt and sprinkled with toasted nuts.
    It was Andie’s perfect breakfast and, despite seriously not being that hungry, she ate every last bit of it.
    Marta carefully took the bowl from Andie and said, ‘Miss Cece left some keys in the study for your car. You want me to get them for you?’
    ‘That’s