Sometimes when she can’t sleep, Taylor’s mind will play a highlight reel of all the crappy things she’s done in her life. Invariably, it snags on the memory of embarrassing Willa in front of the entire junior race team. Taylor will lie in the dark, her cheeks burning with shame, and try to justify the rage she felt that day. Except the rift between them is entirely Taylor’s own making. She supposes she could apologize, but words don’t seem adequate. Maybe that’s why she used her mom’s emergency credit card to book an expensive hotel room overlooking Niagara Falls, even if Willa doesn’t know it was an apology. Taylor’s face is warm as she says, “Maybe not.”

She waits for Willa to continue the story of her mom’s boyfriend, but after a few minutes of silence, it feels pretty clear that this time the conversation truly is over.

After three days of bouncing along the New York shoreline, they arrive in Oswego, where Campbell’s old green pickup truck is a sight for Taylor’s sore eyes. He is standing at the dock as Willa steers the boat into the slip and Taylor tosses him a dock line.

“You’re both alive,” he says. “That’s a good sign.”

Taylor and Willa filled their time reading and binge-watching bad movies on Netflix. They didn’t talk about anything serious—they barely talked at all—but they didn’t argue, either. Taylor considers it a small victory. “It’s been . . . fun.”

Cam’s eyebrows hitch up. “Really?”

“Even the sailing part hasn’t been too bad. The weather was good.”

“Okay, where’s my real sister?” Cam steps aboard, and Taylor playfully punches his shoulder, making him laugh. “Hit me again and I’ll keep the care package from Mom.”

“Did I mention you’re my favorite brother?”

“Like I didn’t already know that.” He winks at Willa. “How’s it going, little Willa? I like your outfit.”

Taylor and Willa have worn their swimsuits almost nonstop since leaving Niagara Falls. The days have been too hot to wear much more. But Taylor hates the way Campbell looks at Willa like it’s Christmas and she’s a present he’d like to unwrap. Thankfully, Willa just rolls her eyes at him.

“Are you hungry?” he asks. “I was thinking we could get some food, then maybe hit up a party I heard about.”

“You’ve been in Oswego for what . . . a couple of hours?” Taylor says. “How did you already hear about a party?”

She shouldn’t be surprised. Campbell has always been like a bloodhound when it comes to sniffing out parties. He shrugged. “I stopped at Starbucks.”

“And?”

“Girls go to Starbucks,” he says. “And where there are girls, there is information. Can I help it if they want to tell me all their intimate secrets?”

Taylor grimaces. “Ew.”