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Chapters (42)
  1. Copyright Notice
  2. Dedication
  3. AUGUST
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. 4
  8. 5
  9. 6
  10. 7
  11. 8
  12. SEPTEMBER
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
  16. 12
  17. 13
  18. 14
  19. OCTOBER
  20. 15
  21. 16
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. NOVEMBER
  28. 22
  29. 23
  30. 24
  31. 25
  32. 26
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. EPILOGUE
  38. Author’s Note
  39. Acknowledgments
  40. Also by Erin Hahn
  41. About the Author
  42. Newsletter Sign-up

My dad should have been the joke. He was the one who lied and stole and cheated. He was the one who broke the trust and faith of so many people. He was the one who led women into his office and used his position of power over them. He didn’t rape anyone, according to the evidence, but he certainly wielded his influence inappropriately. Marriages broke up over him. So many lives were altered and ruined, and I know, logically, why people ostracized my family.

I get how it all looked.

But fuck, it hurt all the same.

I swipe the screen away, vowing to never look again, before pulling up my text messages.

MICAH: Meet me at Marquette Mountain in twenty?

DUKE: That bad, eh?

MICAH: You have no idea. You in?

DUKE: Absolutely.

SEPTEMBER

9

Meg

My uncle James’s house is so cute, I might never leave. The man is mega-talented at reno. I’ve seen some of the other houses on this hilly street, and let’s just say they’re a lot prettier at night. I’m definitely getting a deal compared to the college students living on either side of us.

Plus, I don’t have to pay rent. I’m not sure how I feel about that part. James’s argument is that Andrew would never charge me rent, so he won’t either. I wanted to argue that neither of us really know what my biological father would have done, but I suppose it stands to reason that the twenty-year-old version of Andrew wouldn’t approve of his potential future offspring paying rent to his little brother.

I’ll just keep bringing him home leftover baked goods instead. The man can update a midcentury craftsman with the skill of an HGTV star, but he burns spaghetti noodles. It’s been a few days, and the beginning was pretty uncomfortable. Like when James admitted that he only bought Hot Pockets and cereal and usually ate out, and I admitted that I’ve never watched an R-rated movie, not even the funny ones …

But my uncle roommate and I seem to be getting into a sort of routine. James left me money on the counter this morning to buy groceries. And I laughed so hard watching the highly inappropriate Super Troopers that I almost busted a rib. I can’t stop making meow jokes every chance I get, mostly because he always laughs. It’s a win-win.