(Olivia's POV)
"Are you sure this is okay?" Leah Pierce asked nervously from the backseat of my Bentley, her thin fingers fidgeting with the hem of her worn sweater.
I glanced at her in the rearview mirror. She couldn't have weighed more than ninety pounds, her frame diminished by illness. The pink woolen beanie pulled low over her head couldn't completely hide the effects of chemotherapy.
"What do you mean?" I asked gently.
"This car..." she gestured around at the luxury interior. "I don't want to get it dirty."
I noticed her trying to clean her mud-stained canvas shoes against the back of her legs, clearly worried about the pristine leather seats.
"Don't worry about that," I assured her. "It's just a car."
Jade, sitting beside Leah, gave the girl's hand a reassuring squeeze. "I to
