Chase wasn’t sure. Her mother had given her the phone. She’d not set any kind of plan up or ever seen a bill. Any bill. Lorna took care of the money. But she wasn’t going to admit that to Miss High and Mighty.

Olivia’s lips may have twitched into a knowing smile, but she didn’t say anything more. Instead she turned the engine off and pulled a piece of paper from her big, accordion-like bag. “Here you go.”

Chase took the offered paper. “What’s this? A list?”

“I need to purchase bedding, a new shower curtain, and some things to do general repairs at the cabin, so I’m dropping you at the grocery store and heading over to a few other stores. While I’m doing that, you can start adulting by getting the groceries on the list. I’ll be back in exactly one hour to pick you up.”

“By myself? You’re trusting me to do this alone? Aren’t I a flight risk?”

Olivia looked hard at her. “Are you a flight risk?”

Maybe she was. But probably not. Who would she call? She didn’t know anyone in this area outside of their new neighbor, and she didn’t know his number anyway. “No. But I don’t . . . I don’t have a phone. That’s dangerous. And what if people recognize me?” She didn’t want to admit that she was nervous doing this by herself. Usually she had people around her, other people to help her figure out how to do things.

Olivia stilled, her gaze fixing on a magpie hopping around a flattened fast-food bag. “That’s a fair point. Here’s your phone. Data is turned off.” She reached into her bag of tricks and pulled out Chase’s bejeweled pink cell phone.

“You had it all along. It’s ridiculous that I can’t have my phone. You’re such a Nazi.”

“Do you actually know any Nazis?” Olivia asked, sounding serious.

Chase didn’t want another lecture, so she opened her car door and climbed out. “Fine. I can do this. See you in an hour.”

She shut the door but then remembered that she didn’t have any money. Or her purse. She raised her hand to knock on the window, but Olivia had already started lowering it.

“Here.” Olivia handed her a stack of reusable grocery bags and an ugly crossbody purse that looked to be black plastic. “Your ID is inside, along with a prepaid credit card. I loaded two hundred and fifty dollars on the credit card, so you’ll have to keep your total bill with tax under two fifty. Think you can manage that?”

“Of course I can. Regardless of what you think, I know how to use a credit card.”

Olivia’s mouth twitched. “I don’t doubt that.”