Chapters (59)
- COVER
- About the Author
- DEDICATION
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- Acknowledgments
- THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING
‘You’re not going crazy,’ I managed. ‘None of this is your fault. And you are my best friend,’ I said, realizing even as I said it that it hardly was true; not anymore. My friendship with Ellie – something that had always been simple and good – was one of the many things Davis had taken from me, and I hated him for it. ‘I just …’ I took a sip of my drink, desperate to calm myself down. The bubbles clung to the sides of the glass like soap, and the beer tasted bitter and flat.
‘You live here now,’ Ellie asked – or rather, stated. ‘This is where you’ve been all along, isn’t it? You were never in Seattle.’
I took another sip in lieu of answering.
‘Where are you even staying?’ she asked.
‘Why?’
Her eyes widened. ‘Jesus, what’s wrong with you?’
‘I’m sorry.’ I scanned the room, my eyes landing on the exit. ‘It doesn’t matter where I’m staying, okay?’
Ellie tipped her glass back again, as if she were suddenly dying of thirst. ‘Why did you lie to me?’
I tore at the corner of my napkin. ‘Because it felt easier,’ I said finally.
‘Easier?’ Ellie asked. ‘What does that even mean?’
I took her in, my onetime best friend, her questions bouncing around my brain like lotto balls, and in that moment, as fear ballooned within me, I made a snap decision. It was the only way. It was the only chance that she would protect me, that she wouldn’t go straight to him. ‘I didn’t want Davis coming up here, okay?’
‘But why?’ Ellie asked. ‘People break up. I know that. Why did it have to be like this?’
I tore off another piece of the napkin, letting it fall to the counter. I didn’t want to do it. Not here, not in front of Al, young and naive and maybe the one person on earth who seemed to actually think I had my life together. I didn’t want her to see me this way, understand what I’d come to. But I didn’t have a choice. This might be my only chance to stop Ellie from doing what I knew she’d immediately want to do. There was no turning back after this. But I’d been kidding myself if I ever thought there was a way to turn back. ‘I was scared.’
Ellie’s eyes narrowed. ‘What do you mean, you were scared?’
Part of me felt for her. In a way, she was more naive even than my copper-haired waitress. Ellie wanted to believe the world was as she saw it. She didn’t want to be surprised.