Emi threw up her hands. “Soleil and I are barely making rent every month. Her dad cut her off and my parents stopped helping after I quit school last year.” A twinge of guilt seeped into my chest. I knew that. “I get it. I’m sorry for making you feel shitty.” Emi hurried over to me and looped her arm through mine. “Thank you. I knew you’d understand. I’ve been pulling double duty at the bait and tackle store for two months straight, but my paychecks still suck and I smell like fish.” “Aw, I think of it more as… earthy.”
