“I know,” June said. “But my dad insisted that I tell the police the truth. Or a version of it, anyway. I tried to protect all of you. I didn’t give them Maddie’s name, or Rosie’s. But they already knew that you were there, Will. I tried to deny it, but they had other kids who’d given your name. I told them that you didn’t plan it, for what it’s worth. I’m sorry. My dad forbid me from talking to anyone about it, but I’m tired of lying to everyone.”

“I get it,” Will said, surprising himself. “It doesn’t even matter now. The police found the garage door opener from that house in the back of my truck.”

“Are you serious? Why did you have it?”

Will shrugged. “Someone must have tossed it in when we were unloading the beer. I didn’t notice it. Anyhow, now the police are saying that I organized the party. They’re charging me with a felony.”

“That’s crazy,” June said. “You have to fight it.”

“My lawyer told me to take the plea deal.”

“What about school?”

Will just shook his head. He couldn’t talk about it yet.

“June,” he said, after a moment. “Can I ask you what happened between you and Hunter?”

“We’re done,” June said. “I couldn’t trust him. And yes, I know how that sounds after what I just said to you.”

“Was it because of something that Maddie told you?” Will asked.

June paused, then said, “She didn’t want to say anything to me. But I guessed anyway.”

Will nodded. He’d been right about Hunter.

“Everything got so out of control,” June said. “For what it’s worth, I think you did the right thing, breaking that window.”

“But we never should have been there in the first place,” Will said. I think I blew my chance at Princeton. He looked at June. She was wearing a black silk T-shirt, and an expensive-looking leather bag was slung over her shoulder. She looked sophisticated, like she was already in college. “What about Penn State?” he asked her.

“I only got a trespassing ticket,” June said sheepishly. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

Of course everything had worked out for her—that was never really in question. Her father was a lawyer and her mom was the head of the PTA. They might not have been rich like Hunter’s family, but they were rich enough that things like this wouldn’t touch them. They were rich enough to be safe. He’d never thought too much about how different their lives were. All this time, his family had been one fuckup away from disaster. How could he not have seen it?

June looked uncomfortable. “Will you keep me posted?” she asked. “If there’s anything I can do . . .”