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— Hey, what’s up? — I said, shoving a piece of bread into my mouth and looking at Lillie’s face. Just a moment ago she was yelling that she was dying of thirst, but now she was silent, clutching the water bottle to her chest like it was something priceless.
— There… it’s that boy again, — Lillie breathed out, holding the bottle even tighter against her chest, like she was afraid someone might take it away. Her big eyes darted toward the road, and with bread still in my mouth, I turned my head too.
I saw him right away. Messy light-brown hair, always-worn-out shirt, and that same cocky look. Jayden. Eleven years old, the local orphan who’d been trailing after us for the past few weeks. He stood on the road, leaning on a stick, and the moment he caught my gaze, he quickly turned away, pretending to be examining something.
— Pretending he just happened to be here, — I muttered under my breath and shoved the rest of the bread back into the sack. — Damn brat.
Lillie tugged at my sleeve.
— Helen, he’s going to follow us anyway. Maybe we should just… take him in?
I snapped my head toward her. Her brown eyes, big and a little naive, looked completely childlike right now, but I knew exactly who was inside. Mr. Brown. The man who was yelling at me through the rearview mirror a year ago, right before a bus came out of nowhere and slammed into us at full speed. We were reborn here, in these bodies, almost immediately. And the millionaire, boss, bastard was now standing here—or rather, in his place stood a ten-year-old girl with a bow in her hair, clutching a water bottle to her chest like it was her only treasure.
— Do you even understand what you’re saying? — I hissed. — He’ll only get in our way. He’s eleven. Do you want me to be his babysitter too?
— You’re already a babysitter, — Lillie shot back, stubbornly pressing her lips together like a child.
I felt my eye twitch.
— What? — my voice came out too loud.
— Well, what? — she shrugged, and the bottle of water swayed a little in her hands. — Look at yourself. Carrying bags, guarding me, finding food, even scolding me when I talk too much… Just like… mommy.
I let out a loud breath, staring down the road disappearing into the hills.
‘Mommy. Shit. Of course. That’s how she twisted it now. Even though I’m the one in charge here, she still kept that bastard’s personality.’
I used to be Michael Randall, a driver with twenty years behind the wheel, a man with calloused hands and a bad back. And now I was a twenty-two-year-old chick named Helen, with long chestnut hair and breasts that made every torn shirt feel like a damn curse.
— Lillie, — I turned slowly toward her, — say that one more time, and I… I…
— What? — she smirked, squinting at me. — Spank me? That would be very… nanny-like.
I stumbled over my own thoughts. ‘God, she used to be a man. My fucking boss. And now… she’s saying this with a little girl’s voice, smiling, teasing me on purpose. Since when did she accept all this? It wasn’t that long ago that she found it humiliating to be reminded who she’d become, and now she’s saying stuff like that.’
I clenched my teeth, the sack of bread suddenly feeling heavier.
— Seems like you forgot who’s just a little girl here — I growled, trying to keep my voice from shaking.
Lillie pressed the bottle to her breasts and pretended to yawn.
— Yeah… a girl, but with the brain of a grown man. Don’t forget, Helen, I’m still smarter than you.
— What’s even left of that grown man in you? You can’t take a single step without me...