"Saving," she confirmed with a little nod. "I'm taking some classes online, but really, Olly needs out. He can't stay there. Mom's just getting worse and he...he doesn't go anywhere. Just hides in his room. I think it's my fault, like...like I didn't get him out soon enough. So I just need to get someplace we can afford."
Meg glanced over at the bakery behind them. That weird feeling twisted in her gut again, some sense of foreboding about the place which was just retarded, because it was a freaking bakery run by probably the nicest woman alive. Come on. Still. "Oliver got a job here. That's why I'm out here, waiting for him. I don't know, maybe with that, maybe if we can figure out where to live... Maybe it's enough?" Her eyes went back to Gary, expression both incredibly young and worn out at the same time. "How did you leave?"