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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

A breath rushes out of me with the speed of a train. I keep staring, just in case. My mind is telling me it’s not Sarah. But maybe it is. After all, when we knew each other, we were only bits and pieces barely strung together. Maybe she wouldn’t recognize me either.

But this woman’s nose, her polite smile, it’s different. Too different to be her.

“Hey.”

Fitz tilts my face softly back to him, and it’s wild that I find relief that he’s still here, still the same. His stare is curious, his tone no longer playful, but maybe that’s because I broke character and threw him off.

Regardless, he doesn’t question me or my odd behavior. I press myself against him, wrapping an arm around the top of his shoulders. He finds my other hand with his and brings it to his chest. And I know it looks the same to the room, but his hold as he welcomes me back into the place my role demands of me—in his arms—feels different.

Day 78