Shelby was lonely. She had no money, no place to stay, and now her car wouldn’t start. The night was getting cold, too cold to sleep in a car without heat. When she decided to move to Minneapolis, Minnesota, with her best friend, Linda Frankle, everything had seemed perfect. It would have been if Linda had been truthful. Linda had sworn she could get Shelby a job and Shelby could stay with her as long as she needed to. Linda had even moved into a two-bedroom apartment, just for them to share.
For the first month, everything was great. Then the job Linda got her didn’t work out, and it wasn’t long before Shelby was dipping into her savings to pay her half of everything. When she didn’t have her part of the rent the third month, Linda was upset but paid it herself, muttering, “Pay me back next month.”
The next month Shelby still didn’t have the rent, and Linda had had enough.
“Out. You can’t pay out,” Linda said.
So here she was. She’d been living in her car for several days and had five dollars left. Her cell phone still worked, but she didn’t know whom to call. Her parents had disowned her four years ago when she was twenty-two and had been arrested for possession of marijuana. When the charges were dropped because there wasn’t enough evidence, Shelby was set free, but her parents never got over it. She came from a small town, and the gossip was too much shame for her parents to bear. She was already working and living on her own when her parents decided not to have anything to do with her. She didn’t tell them when she decided to move to Minneapolis. They wouldn’t have taken her call anyway. There was no point.
A knock came at the car window. “Great, a police officer,” Shelby said.
“Miss, do you need help? You can’t leave your car here,” the officer said when she rolled down her window.
use. A friend of mine, Mike O’Brien, is good with cars, and I’ll have him come look at it tomorrow. In the meantime, you can stay with me. I have a three-bedroom house, and you can have your own room and bathroom. Let’s get the stuff out of your car and head home.”
Shelby wasn’t sure it was good idea to stay with him, but she didn’t have any better ones. Maybe she could find some way to pay him back. She wasn’t even going to think about her car. She needed it to find work and if he could get the car running then she would be able to find a job. She’d worry about the rest of it later.
  
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