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Chapters (42)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. Acknowledgments
  4. Prologue
  5. Part 1: March
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Part 2: April
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Part 3: July
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Epilogue
  41. Also Available by Laurie Petrou
  42. Author Biography

I put my arm around her shoulder, and she leans into me. “What is it?” I ask. “Did something happen at the party? Is it me? Did I do something?”

She chuckles and shakes her head, then takes a deep breath. “No. No, Stevie, it’s not about you. Not any of that.” She sits back and looks at me, her eyes welling up. “My mom came out. As in, ‘out of the closet.’” She uses air quotes.

I suck the air through my teeth. “What?”

“Yup.”

“Holy shit.” I look at her, testing the waters, thinking of Rhonda, her short hair and button-downs and wondering if I could have guessed at this, and why I didn’t know, why she didn’t tell us together. I think of how she puts on a smiling face for the world but then retreats to her own spaces. I realize I don’t know anything about anything. “Are you okay? Like, how do you feel?”

She shrugs. “I dunno. Like she’s been keeping a secret. And that makes me mad, and then I feel like I’m not being understanding enough. It fucking sucks, actually.”

“Yeah … I get that.” I’m kind of feeling the same thing, and it’s not even my family. But they might as well be. I feel hurt, too. Part of me wishes Rhonda had told me, and then I realize how stupid that is. They are not actually my family, no matter how many board games we’ve played together. “What’d your dad do?”

“He cried and then laughed because he said he had his suspicions, and it was kind of a relief. Things have been tense lately. Anyway, he told her he wants her to be happy, but I dunno if he means it. I mean, I think he’s in shock. They opened a bottle of wine they’d been saving and let me have some. Then my dad went out by himself and got wasted. I heard him knocking things over when he came home.”

“Are they splitting up?”

“They’re both staying here for now. But, I mean, it’s not exactly sustainable.”

I give her shoulder a squeeze, then loop my arm through hers, and it feels like when we were little. I have missed that connection, the warmth of her. “That’s hard, babe. No matter what happens.”

“Thanks. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Things have just been … weird.”