Debbie sniffled a little as she looked at where she had set up her nail polish bottles in a row on the floor, ready for her and Fiona to do each others nails until Fiona had picked up an extra shift and couldn’t do it anymore.

She was used to stuff like this, she just had to be mature about it. That’s all. She couldn’t be a kid. Her eyes watered, and she curled up in bed, only to jump back up and wipe her tears away quickly when there was a knock at her door.

“Yeah?”