Callie had ended up staying the night. And she was still at the apartment when I got home from school the next day. I think Mom really needed her. I understood that Mom was upset, and she needed someone with her. I thought it was nice that Callie was so willing to be there for her. Callie was so good to Mom. Mom deserved it.

Everyone at school was still being weird about it. Which pissed me off. The only thing keeping me from yelling at them was the assumption that it would die down in a few days. Eventually something else would happen and people would move on to that. That's how high school works. There's always something-someone who is the talk of the school. I just didn't like that it was me. But, that would change. I knew it. Hopefully it would be soon.

I was in the kitchen when I heard Mom crying. She and Callie were in her room. Usually I wouldn't go. But, this was different. The news articles with my dad's mug shot plastered to them made this different. So, I rushed over and opened the door.

"Mom?"

Callie was hugging Mom. They were standing in the middle of her room.

Mom pulled away, though, and rubbed her eyes, looking at me. "What's up, honey?" She asked, clearly trying to compose herself.

"I heard you crying." I said quietly. I hadn't come in to make her shove her emotions away. Just to help her.

Mom nodded slowly, "I'm sorry."

"What? No. I just, wanted to help." Mom didn't have to be sorry for being upset. It was understandable. I was upset, too.

Mom took a shaky breath. "Thank you, Olive. I'll be ok."

"Ari..." Callie mumbled, giving my mom a look.

"What?" I looked between the two of them. Was there something I was missing?

Callie looked at my mom expectantly.

"I'm just a little worried. Stressed out." Mom said.

"I know. I get it." I said, still a little confused.

Mom nodded, staying quiet.

"Can I stay in here?" I asked Mom.

Another nod.

I just didn't want to leave her. I knew she had Callie. But, I was worried, too. I just sat on the edge of the bed.

All three of us stayed silent for some time.

Mom seemed hesitant. I wasn't sure why, but then she spoke up.

"We should move. Far. Out of the state." She said.

"What?!" I asked, confused at where that came from.

"Arizona..." Callie went to hug Mom, but Mom stepped away. She was crying again.

"What if someone he sold to saw Olivia's face? What- What if he... sold in our house where I had Olivia's school pictures on the wall and-and her school work hanging on the bulletin board? What if someone somewhere knows who she is?" Mom rambled. I stayed quiet. Maybe I shouldn't have stayed in here.

"I don't think-"

"You know how bad those situations can be. Especially when kids are involved." Mom cut Callie off. Her eyes were big and panicky. Her body language screamed fear. Anxiety.

Did I have to be worried about my safety? About Mom's safety? I felt tears fill my eyes at the thought.

No. I can't cry.

"Ok, ok, yes. It can be bad. But, I don't think you guys are in any sort of danger, Arizona." Callie said.

Mom was freaking out.

"Arizona, Arizona." Callie tried to get Mom's attention.

"Mom.." I mumbled, standing up. I went over and hugged her.

She wrapped her arms around me. Her body was shaking a little. Her breathing was heavy.

"Breathe, Arizona." Callie said.

I just hugged my mom. I didn't know what else to do. That was the only way I knew how to comfort her.

"It's gonna be ok. I swear." Callie reassured. She stepped closer, rubbing Mom's shoulder.

"I-I just-" Mom struggled to speak.

"Mom, please calm down." I was starting to get scared. She was worrying me a lot. I had never seen her like this. She was so scared.

Mom looked down at me. Her sad blue eyes met mine. I felt a tear fall down my cheek. I wanted Mom to be ok.

When we got Mom calmed down, she was sat on her bed, hugging me against her, still. She had tears on her pink cheeks. She was sad. Scared.

I was scared. Were we in danger? I hadn't thought of it that way. I guess that tends to be the parents job. To worry.

I was naive. I didn't realize that what Mom was saying was a real possibility.

Callie was stood in front of us, her eyes worried. Concern covered her face.

She let out a sigh, "Arizona, I don't think this is a big concern. It's been months. Chances are, you guys are fine."

Mom inhaled sharply. She ran a hand through her hair, then wrapped that arm back around me.

"You haven't been with him for months now. And, even when you were, you didn't know. The likeliness that anyone was in the house is slim." Callie finished.

"But... there's a chance. There's a chance that someone could... I don't know be pissed because they didn't get what they wanted from him and go after us. Someone could know who we are." Mom's grip on me was tight.

"Sure, there could be a chance." Callie admitted. "But, I think the chances are so extremely low."

"There's always a chance."

"Okay, but moving is a little crazy, Arizona."

"I know." Mom nodded slowly.

"I think you guys are safe. I don't think this is something we really have to worry about." Callie said softly.

"You're right." Mom agreed.

"Mom?" I asked.

"Yeah, honey?" Mom kept me close to her. She wouldn't let go.

"I hadn't thought about it like that..."

"Liv, it's fine, you're safe." Callie whispered.

"Callie's right. We're safe." Mom ran a hand through my hair and kissed my head. "I promise you that."

I nodded a little. I trusted that. I trusted my mom. And, oddly enough, I found myself beginning to trust Callie too. I could tell she cared about Mom, and, maybe a little bit about me too.