I tilt the box, so I can read the letters on the side. “Sparklers?”

Evie nods. “Unless you made up the story you told Marnie and Scott…”

“I didn’t.” I could have listed lots more moments I’ve watched Evie Collins when she wasn’t looking.

She stands and takes the box from me. “Come on.”

I follow her down the stairs and onto the grass of my parents’ front yard. She pulls a lighter out of her bag, thinking of everything, like always. I slide two sparklers out of the box and hold them out for her to light. They take the flame instantly, burning bright and sending flares flying.

Evie takes one from me and leans against my side. We stand in silence, in the same spot I watched her all those years ago, as the sparks we’re holding burn down and fizzle out.

I know we’ll never do the same.

THE END

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Book eleven! There was a very recent time when I wasn’t sure if I could finish one book…and here we are. So, to start, I’d like to thank everyone who has read, reviewed, sent me a message, shared news about my books, or supported my writing in any way. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it many more times, but you all are the reason these books exist. I have a lot of stories in my head and I hope I will have a chance to publish each and every one of them. But the support and encouragement from people who have read and enjoyed my books is truly what keeps me typing into the early hours of the morning. Thank you doesn’t seem like enough, but thank you.

Jovana, this book was infinitely improved by your edits. Thank you for caring about Gray and Evie’s story so much. Your comments made me smile and your thoroughness strengthened every word. It’s always a pleasure to work with you and I hope to do so on many more books!

Tiffany, I hope you know you were already mentioned above. Thank you for not only being an amazing proofreader and editor but also an incredible support and cheerleader. I’m so very grateful for the many, many ways you’ve improved my writing throughout all the books of mine you’ve worked on. Indie publishing can feel like being stranded on an island and I know I can always rely on you for a lifeboat. That means more than words can convey, but I tried!