Chapters (51)
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- — Part 1 —
- If You Answer the Door for Strangers…
- Greene Street Before It Was Greene Street
- Don’t Ask a Question You Don’t Want the Answer To
- Think What You Want
- Twenty-Four Hours Earlier
- Follow the Money
- Help Is on the Way
- These Are Not Your Friends
- Don’t Hold This Against Me
- Six Weeks Ago
- Bailey’s No Good Very Bad Day
- What Don’t You Want to Remember?
- — Part 2 —
- Keep Austin Weird
- Who Needs a Tour Guide?
- Three Months Ago
- Little White Churches
- Not Everyone Is a Good Helper
- Eight Months Ago
- Sorry, We’re Open
- Two Can Play at That Game
- One Year Ago
- Delete All History
- It’s Science, Isn’t It?
- Some Students Are Better Than Others
- Fourteen Months Ago
- If You Marry the Prom King…
- The Never Dry
- Careful What You Wish For
- Eighteen Months Ago
- The Good Lawyer
- — Part 3 —
- When We Were Young
- Everyone Should Take Inventory
- The Never Dry, Part Two
- On the Lake
- Two Years Ago
- You Have to Do Some Things on Your Own
- The Devil Is in the Details
- Finding My Way Back to Her
- Two Years and Four Months Ago
- Sometimes You Can Go Home Again
- Five Years Later. Or Eight. Or Ten.
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- 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.