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Chapters (51)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Prologue
  5. — Part 1 —
  6. If You Answer the Door for Strangers…
  7. Greene Street Before It Was Greene Street
  8. Don’t Ask a Question You Don’t Want the Answer To
  9. Think What You Want
  10. Twenty-Four Hours Earlier
  11. Follow the Money
  12. Help Is on the Way
  13. These Are Not Your Friends
  14. Don’t Hold This Against Me
  15. Six Weeks Ago
  16. Bailey’s No Good Very Bad Day
  17. What Don’t You Want to Remember?
  18. — Part 2 —
  19. Keep Austin Weird
  20. Who Needs a Tour Guide?
  21. Three Months Ago
  22. Little White Churches
  23. Not Everyone Is a Good Helper
  24. Eight Months Ago
  25. Sorry, We’re Open
  26. Two Can Play at That Game
  27. One Year Ago
  28. Delete All History
  29. It’s Science, Isn’t It?
  30. Some Students Are Better Than Others
  31. Fourteen Months Ago
  32. If You Marry the Prom King…
  33. The Never Dry
  34. Careful What You Wish For
  35. Eighteen Months Ago
  36. The Good Lawyer
  37. — Part 3 —
  38. When We Were Young
  39. Everyone Should Take Inventory
  40. The Never Dry, Part Two
  41. On the Lake
  42. Two Years Ago
  43. You Have to Do Some Things on Your Own
  44. The Devil Is in the Details
  45. Finding My Way Back to Her
  46. Two Years and Four Months Ago
  47. Sometimes You Can Go Home Again
  48. Five Years Later. Or Eight. Or Ten.
  49. Acknowledgments
  50. About the Author
  51. Also by Laura Dave

“I think when we figure that out, we’ll know where he is now,” I say.

“Oh, well, easy enough,” she says.

Then she laughs. But the laughter turns, fast, tears filling her eyes. But just as I think she is going to say that she wants to get out of here—that she wants to go back to the hotel, to go back to Sausalito—she seems to find her center. She seems to find something like resolve.

“So what do we do now?” she says.

We. What do we do now. We are in this together, it seems, which warms my heart, even if it’s taken us to this all-night diner in South Austin, far from our home. Even if it’s taken us into territory we never wanted to be in. That I would give anything so that Bailey didn’t have to be in. We are here together and we both want to keep going. We both want to find Owen, whatever he has been hiding—wherever he is now.

“Now,” I say. “We fix this.”

Two Can Play at That Game

I wait until the morning to call him. I wait until I feel calm and I’m sure I can do what I need to do.

I gather up all of my notes and throw on a sundress. I close the door to the hotel room quietly, careful not to wake Bailey. Then I head downstairs, through the bustling lobby, and go outside, where I can walk along the street, where I can control better what he hears in the background.

It is still quiet out—the lake placid and peaceful—even with the morning rush, commuters on their way over the Congress Street Bridge, heading into their offices, their children’s schools, on their way to start their blessedly normal days.

I reach into my pocket and pull out the napkin from Fred’s, Grady’s cell phone number underlined twice.

I turn on my cell phone, pressing *67 first before I tap in the number, hoping this will help block my call a little bit longer—if he is so inclined to unblock it, if he’s so inclined to try and figure out where I am.

“This is Grady,” he says when he picks up.

I brace myself to lie. This is, after all, what there is left to do. “It’s Hannah,” I say. “I heard from Owen.”

This instead of hello.

“When?” Grady says.