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  1. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  2. 1. Claire
  3. CLAIRE
  4. 2. Keller
  5. KELLER
  6. 3. Claire
  7. CLAIRE
  8. 4. Claire
  9. CLAIRE
  10. 5. Claire
  11. CLAIRE
  12. 6. Keller
  13. KELLER
  14. 7. Claire
  15. CLAIRE
  16. 8. Claire
  17. CLAIRE
  18. 9. Keller
  19. KELLER
  20. 10. Claire
  21. CLAIRE
  22. 11. Claire
  23. CLAIRE
  24. 12. Claire
  25. CLAIRE
  26. 13. Claire
  27. CLAIRE
  28. 14. Claire
  29. CLAIRE
  30. 15. Claire
  31. CLAIRE
  32. 16. Claire
  33. CLAIRE
  34. 17. Claire
  35. CLAIRE
  36. 18. Claire
  37. CLAIRE
  38. 19. Keller
  39. KELLER
  40. 20. Claire
  41. CLAIRE
  42. 21. Claire
  43. CLAIRE
  44. 22. Claire
  45. CLAIRE
  46. 23. Keller
  47. KELLER
  48. 24. Claire
  49. CLAIRE
  50. 25. Claire
  51. CLAIRE
  52. 26. Claire
  53. CLAIRE
  54. 27. Claire
  55. CLAIRE
  56. 28. Claire
  57. CLAIRE
  58. 29. Claire
  59. CLAIRE
  60. 30. Claire
  61. CLAIRE
  62. 31. Claire
  63. CLAIRE
  64. 32. Keller
  65. KELLER
  66. 33. Claire
  67. CLAIRE
  68. 34. Claire
  69. CLAIRE
  70. 35. Claire
  71. CLAIRE
  72. 36. Keller
  73. KELLER
  74. 37. Claire
  75. CLAIRE
  76. 38. Claire
  77. CLAIRE
  78. 39. Keller
  79. KELLER
  80. EPILOGUE
  81. KELLER
  82. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Dez lifts the card reader up, but before she can announce the total, Keller has seamlessly tapped his phone, paying for my food.

I attempt to glare at him, but then his eyes do their thing, where the depth of the many blues pulls me in, and I forget I’m supposed to be annoyed. Instead, I make myself lower my gaze.

Keller is a problem and a half.

Welp.

“I’d better take this one to go.”

I’m not going to say I flee, but I definitely walk out of there real fast, after a wave towards Lily, Liv, Jack, and an ever-amused Markus. He’s the only one who waves back.

21. Claire

21

CLAIRE

It’s a short walk from the building housing the library to the dorm—less than fifteen minutes—and I choose to spend it stuffing my face with one hand, and catching up with the world on the others.

As expected, I received several texts, and more than a few missed calls. Eating my croissant with one hand, I type an answer with the other, and copy-paste it on my chat with Noah and grandma.

Me: Sorry, I lost my charger! I’ll call tonight.

The little white lie won’t hurt anyone.

To my grandmother, I add a line.

Me: I’m so glad to hear about the anonymous donor. Amazing. I’ll see if I can come back for the operation.

I don’t find anything else to say to Noah.

I can’t really afford another trip back home so soon after coming here, but the more I think about it, the more it seems logical. I need to chat with Noah, face to face. After this weekend, I know it’s a necessity. And if my grandmother’s getting surgery on a Friday, it makes sense to go, then stay with her for a couple of days. If Keller’s sister wants me to start babysitting right away, and I manage to find some cheap tickets, maybe I can afford it.

I then move on to the more intriguing text, from an unknown number I rename as Lisa.

Lisa: Hi, Claire. We haven’t met, but I’m Lisa, Keller’s sister and Octavia’s mom. Vivi is officially smitten with you, and I happen to be looking for a babysitter. I understand you study at Rothford. Naturally, I’ll take your schedule into consideration. If you’re interested, please message me, and we can meet up at the house to chat about the details.

Me: Hi, Lisa! Thank you so much for considering me. I have a little experience as a babysitter, and would be thrilled to take care of Vivi. She’s the cutest. I received my schedule today; most of my classes are between nine and three. I’d love to meet up, let me know when.