Chapters (43)
- Author’s Note with Content Warnings
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- EPILOGUE
- Acknowledgments
“His mom was a camper too?” I ask to a stony glare. “Well…their loss, I guess.”
“Mr. Major, I rejected my responsibility, and I hate myself for it. I’d hate to think someday you’ll send Avery a birthday card, pour your heart and soul into it, everything you ever wanted to tell him, every apology, and he’ll just send it back. Never opened.”
Briggs flings the card over his shoulder and it collapses open on the warped, knotted floor: Today Is a Big Deal—and So Are You! “You of all people should know the pain of a father’s rejection,” he says, leaning closer. “I won’t let this happen to you too. We’ve got work to do.”
In the midst of humid, sweltering tropical air, my skin becomes ice. This is it. This is my mother’s endgame with Nightlight—to force me to claim Avery as mine. Nightlight won’t let me leave until I confirm he’s my son.
Did Mom get this idea herself…or was it the Reverend whispering to her during all those lonely, heartfelt phone calls? The terrible thought climbs inside my mind like a coconut crab—hideous and unwanted.
My eyes fall on Briggs’s son’s birthday card, and I suppress a dull laugh.
Well done, Mom. Checkmate.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
MISS MANNERS
Briggs returns me down the zigzagging stairs and departs with some words about fatherhood and responsibility that I refuse to pay attention to—all sounds drown in my rage. Mom has trapped me at Nightlight, and my only way out is through Vicky and Avery. It doesn’t seem real. It doesn’t seem possible that my mother could be calculating enough to do this alone. This ploy reeks of the Reverend.
I’m only one class in, and already my plan to fake my way through Nightlight has met a grotesque wrinkle: they’re going to force me to lie and say I’m Avery’s dad. Or worse, the pressure will get too intense and I’ll blurt the truth: Vicky had sex with her adult boss and has been protecting him. She’d never speak to me again.
But what if I did lie and say I was the dad?
A white lie to save myself. Vicky would understand. I could come home and help her out until we graduated, and then we’d quietly go our separate ways. Later on, we could admit we’d been lying. Before Avery gets old enough. Whatever I decide, that’s the line I can’t cross—Avery can never think of me as his dad. I can’t break a kid’s heart.
Like Briggs did.