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Chapters (63)
  1. THE AMERICANA PLAYBOOK
  2. Dear Reader
  3. The Troubled Teen Industry
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
  6. New England Rebels
  7. Day 44
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Day 55
  13. Chapter 5
  14. TWO MONTHS LATER
  15. Chapter 6
  16. Chapter 7
  17. Chapter 8
  18. Day 68
  19. Chapter 9
  20. Chapter 10
  21. Chapter 11
  22. Chapter 12
  23. Day 78
  24. Chapter 13
  25. Chapter 14
  26. Chapter 15
  27. Chapter 16
  28. Chapter 17
  29. Day 84
  30. Chapter 18
  31. Chapter 19
  32. Chapter 20
  33. Day 91
  34. Chapter 21
  35. Chapter 22
  36. Day 100
  37. Chapter 23
  38. Chapter 24
  39. Chapter 25
  40. Chapter 26
  41. Day 113
  42. Chapter 27
  43. Chapter 28
  44. Chapter 29
  45. Chapter 30
  46. Day 128
  47. Chapter 31
  48. Chapter 32
  49. Chapter 33
  50. Day 147
  51. Chapter 34
  52. Chapter 35
  53. Chapter 36
  54. Chapter 37
  55. Chapter 38
  56. Chapter 39
  57. Chapter 40
  58. Epilogue
  59. ONE MONTH LATER
  60. FIVE YEARS LATER
  61. Acknowledgments
  62. Also by Cathryn Carter
  63. About the Author

I don’t know why tears come, but they do. They’re happy tears, of course. But more than that, I’m overwhelmed. I drop back down on the ground and go to wipe at my face with the back of my hand, but Fitz beats me to it, brushing my tears away with his thumb.

“You’re out of your mind,” I sniffle.

“Yeah. I’ve heard a lot of that recently.” He smooths down a patch of grass with his foot. “You going to be okay while I’m gone?”

The longest amount of time we’ve spent apart was no more than three days.

“No,” I tell him, honestly. “But I’ll manage. Did you forget where you found me all those months ago?”

There’s a soft flare to Fitz’s jaw, and I feel bad.

“I’ll be fine. I’m on vacation, remember? I’ll be home and here.” I reach behind me, patting Bernard.

Fitz smiles, but for some reason, I don’t get the sense he’s all that reassured.

“I won’t have any parties.” I joke, trying to soften him up.

“You can call me,” Fitz says gently. “At night. If you need to. You know, if you need a distraction.”

I grow a little uncomfortable and try to lighten the air. “So you won’t give me sex, but phone sex is on the table?”

Fitz rolls his eyes.

“I’ll be fine,” I promise. “Are you going to be alright with Foller?”

I get that I’m new to this whole football thing, but I can’t imagine being on the outs with your head coach sets the right tone for a successful season.

He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about Foller⁠—”

“I’m worried about you.” I clarify. “Foller can take a hike and never come back.”

Fitz smiles. “I like that you’re worried about me, but don’t. I can handle it.”

“I can too,” I whisper, pulling him in for one more hug.

Fitz wraps his arms around me. “I know.”

Chapter 30

MADELINE

I’m going to need you in Philadelphia next week.

Mom said I was off until the convention.

MADELINE

Well, things change. Can Fitz do Wednesday?

I roll my eyes. Fitz can’t do Wednesday because he’s still at camp and won’t be back for another week. Considering Madeline basically runs the country, she should know that.

No.

Madeline

Nevermind then.