Chapter 4

When I got back to the room, Holly was packing her bags.

"Leaving already?" I asked.

"I'm done playing," Holly said without even looking up. "Next time you need a stand-in, just call me, but I charge for my services."

I stopped Holly. "Why did you send money to Mom under my name?"

Holly paused for a beat. "Well, you're the one rolling in dough."

I said, "You could've just asked me for it."

"A handout?" Holly sneered. "It's much more satisfying to just take it myself."

Only then did I notice the fresh cigarette burn on her wrist.

She'd…