Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Keane
Day . . . whatever. I’m not going back to counting. Deal with it.
This is absolutely fucked up. Next door, there’s a kid with no parents and some wannabe yogi who probably thinks deep breathing and a downward dog can magically fix everything. Spoiler alert: it can’t. No matter if she studied or if she . . . well, it doesn’t matter.
It’s like the universe decided I needed a front-row seat to this disaster. I mean, seriously, who thought it was a good idea to park them here? Right next to me? I didn’t sign up to be a neighbor to a self-help manual and a . . . I don’t even know how to categorize Rayne.
She looks sad, so sad, and there’s a part of me that wants to protect her, to tell her that life will be okay. I mean, if I survived, she’ll thrive, right?
Not sure how long I’ll be able to stick around. It might be a good idea to move to Montana or Wyoming. Those states are empty, right?