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Chapters (98)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Who’s Who in Anna K(in order of appearance)
  5. Part One
  6. I
  7. II
  8. III
  9. IV
  10. V
  11. VI
  12. VII
  13. VIII
  14. IX
  15. X
  16. XI
  17. XII
  18. XIII
  19. XIV
  20. XV
  21. XVI
  22. XVII
  23. XVIII
  24. XIX
  25. XX
  26. XXII
  27. XXIII
  28. XXIV
  29. XXV
  30. XXVI
  31. XXVII
  32. Part Two
  33. I
  34. II
  35. III
  36. IV
  37. V
  38. VI
  39. VII
  40. VIII
  41. IX
  42. X
  43. XI
  44. XII
  45. XIII
  46. XIV
  47. XV
  48. XVI
  49. XVII
  50. XVIII
  51. XIX
  52. XX
  53. XXI
  54. XXII
  55. XXIII
  56. XXIV
  57. XXV
  58. XXVI
  59. XXVII
  60. XXVIII
  61. XXIX
  62. Part Three
  63. I
  64. II
  65. III
  66. IV
  67. V
  68. VI
  69. VII
  70. VIII
  71. IX
  72. X
  73. XI
  74. XII
  75. XIII
  76. XIV
  77. XV
  78. XVI
  79. XVII
  80. XVIII
  81. XIX
  82. XX
  83. XXI
  84. XXII
  85. XXIII
  86. XXIV
  87. XXV
  88. XXVI
  89. XXVII
  90. XXVIII
  91. XXIX
  92. Epilogue
  93. Author's NoteWhen Jenny Met Anna
  94. Acknowledgments
  95. About the Author
  96. Newsletter Sign-up
  97. Contents
  98. Copyright

“He seemed completely normal,” she added. “In fact, it was the best I’ve ever seen Nicholas. It was the most talkative he’s ever been. With me, at least.” As the new wife, Marcy had a good relationship with Dustin because he lived with them part time, but she barely knew Nicholas.

The spare car key had been hanging on a hook by the door, and it seemed Nicholas had used one of the many free pharmaceutical notepads lying around the kitchen to forge a note for the garage to make it look legit. Dustin went to go check through his room. It was hard to tell what was missing since Dustin’s clothes were scattered between his parents’ apartments, one of the downsides of being a child of divorce. The only things Nicholas had taken were the clothes Dustin had worn to the hip-hop party and maybe a backpack. Though, when Dustin opened the Band-Aid box in his sock drawer his heart sank. He’d had over three grand in cash stuffed in there, but it was now empty except for a folded-up piece of paper. This note was written on paper advertising a new heart medication and had the faded illustration of an anatomical heart at its center. Nicholas had written his words inside the heart: “D, I had to go see about a girl. N.”

Dustin smiled, but it was bittersweet. The note his brother left him was a movie reference from Good Will Hunting. It was Nicholas who had shown him that movie three years ago on the first night of Chanukah at their grandparents’ house in Boston. It had been the last Chanukah Nicholas and Dustin had spent together, and it had been a great time. Nicholas had never been very vocal when it came to their relationship, but that night he did say that Dustin was the Matt Damon character and that he was the Ben Affleck character. He didn’t elaborate, but Dustin knew that Nicholas was saying he admired Dustin for his smarts and knew he’d go out into the world and do amazing things. Wanting to play it cool, Dustin didn’t say anything back except, “Yeah.” But because of this moment Dustin loved the film and had seen it probably fifty times by now. Whenever he pulled all-nighters for school he’d put the movie on in his room for comfort while he studied.