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Chapters (64)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. 2008
  4. Chapter 1
  5. 2013
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Chapter 53
  58. Chapter 54
  59. 2023
  60. Chapter 55
  61. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  62. CREDITS
  63. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  64. What’s next onyour reading list?

I knew I should apologize. There was a ding on my phone and a text from my dad popped up.

Where are you?

I made a frustrated sound. “I have to go,” I said. “We can talk later.”

I ended the call and headed back toward the hospital doors. As I passed the smoking woman, I said, “You’re not supposed to smoke here. It’s a hospital.”

“Mind your own business,” she snapped.

I turned to look straight at her. I wanted to get into it. But she looked so defeated—bags under her eyes, her hair a mess, a stain that looked like coffee mixed with ketchup on her shirt—I was ashamed I had chastised her.

Chapter 44

I wasn’t supposed to be at home alone on Friday when Steph came over to do the yard work. Dad and I were supposed to be packing up some of Joan’s clothes to prepare for her transfer to a stroke rehabilitation center in San Rafael, but Aunt Tammy had called early from the hospital and asked Dad to join her there. The appointment they had with Joan’s doctors had been moved up from the afternoon.

He left just as Steph arrived. I was standing on the front step as she came up the path, and my stomach lurched in anticipation.

“My dad’s gone for—I don’t know, a while,” I said instead of hello. “My aunt, too. We’re alone.”

She kissed me as if we had nothing to hide. “I still have to do the yard work,” she said, but I heard the smile in her voice.

“Later,” I said, and kissed her again.

She called in sick to work. I told her I didn’t want her to lose her hours but she insisted, and said she didn’t know when we’d get this chance to be together again. It sounded so adult, so responsible, even though she was shirking her duties for me. I didn’t protest for long. I wanted this stolen time for us.

I led the way to my room, holding her hand. I sat down on the edge of my bed and she stood in front of me, a hesitant expression on her face.

“Are you still on your period?” I asked.

She seemed a little embarrassed. “No.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“You don’t want to—”

“I want to,” she said, cutting me off. She kissed me before I could say another word.