I step away from the group to get some air and distance from the questions that keep spiraling in my head. A guy in his twenties with a beard and receding hairline comes over to me. He’s wearing a Buccaneers jersey and cargo pants. A beer is in his hand. “Hey there.”

“Hi,” I reply, trying to search for his name.

“It’s good to have you home.”

“Thanks.” It’s the same conversation I’ve had with everybody. I think it’s the only thing we know to say to each other.

“I get that Paula said you aren’t interested in media, but, man, you could go on like the Today show and probably meet a bunch of celebrities. You should enjoy your fifteen minutes of fame.”

I don’t want fame. I don’t want any of this. Besides, I’m not famous. “Amanda Linsley” is having a bit of a moment, but Ally would like it to be over.

He shakes his head at me. “You’re not thinking about all that money you can bank on this. Get a book deal or something. Milk it. That’s what I’d do.”

I stare blankly at him, not even remotely interested in what he’s suggesting.

“I got some buddies who could help you.”

“It’s okay.” I look around for Paula. The one time I need her hovering, she’s disappeared.

“Hey.” He takes out his phone. “Let’s get a selfie.” He positions himself next to me and holds out his phone. He’s smiling, while a horrified and uncomfortable me appears on his screen.

I put my head down and step out of the shot. “I’d really prefer—”

“Randy!” Craig comes over, an annoyed expression on his face. “We made it very clear we do not want any pictures of Ally taken today. Okay? Now, leave her in peace. You and I need to have a little conversation later.”

“So she’s going to keep her name?” he asks as if I’m not standing right there.

Craig drags him by the elbow. I can’t hear what he’s saying, but it’s clear there’s a heated exchange between the two.

Randy. That name’s familiar. I search the plane ride conversation to figure out what Paula had to say about Randy. Is he an uncle or cousin?

Randy stomps out of the backyard. Craig comes over. “I’m really sorry about that. Randy is a bit of a—What’s the polite way to say he’s a little obsessed with celebrities? I didn’t want to invite him, because I knew he’d be trouble, but your mother insisted that everybody be included.” Craig clenches his jaw.