Contents (126)
- The Meeting Point
- Olivia Lara
- Contents
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- A YEAR LATER
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- June 2
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- June 3
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- June 4
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Help Wanted: Seasonal employment, June–August
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- June 5
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- June 6
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- June 7
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- June 8
- Forty
- Forty-One
- June 9
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- June After Midnight: By Ethan Delphy
- Chapter 15
- Fifty-Two
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 20
- Fifty-Three
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 21
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 22
- Fifty-Four
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 28
- Fifty-Five
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 29
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 30
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- June 11
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- June 12
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- June 13
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- June 14
- Seventy
- Seventy-One
- Seventy-Two
- Seventy-Three
- Seventy-Four
- June 15
- Seventy-Five
- Seventy-Six
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Eighty
- Eighty-One
- June 16
- Eighty-Two
- Eighty-Three
- Eighty-Four
- Eighty-Five
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 28 (Draft 1 Version)
- Eighty-Six
- Eighty-Seven
- Eighty-Eight
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Also by Olivia Lara
Celine just looks at me and smiles but doesn’t say a word.
“Do you mind giving me his phone number? I want to text him and thank him.”
“Sure,” she says.
It’s not true. I mean, it is, in a way. I want to thank him, because I’m not a barbarian, but I also want to ask him about Aaron. Just because he’s not here, it doesn’t mean my plans change.
Ethan, thank you for the gift. You shouldn’t have.
I hit send and wait. I hope he answers. He does, five minutes later.
You’re welcome. I hope you will write many amazing stories in it. Maybe your next novel.
I wish we could’ve talked about this face to face, but since you’ll be away for a while, I was wondering if you have news about Max. I also wanted to see if I’m right about this: Is Max’s name Aaron?
Five minutes. Ten. Twenty. I haven’t heard from him yet. He didn’t confirm it’s Aaron but he didn’t deny it either. And my thoughts go back to today. The whole thing. How Ethan left, what happened in San Francisco, our conversation. A few minutes later I text him again.
I hope you didn’t leave your house because of me. If anyone should go, it’s me.
Don’t read too much into this. Any of it. My departure has nothing to do with you. I’m not the runaway type, even when things get complicated. Just need to take care of some stuff.
That felt like a slap on the face. Way to go, Maya, assuming the world revolves around you. He basically put me in my place. Ouch!
I tell Celine I’m tired and I’ll head straight to bed, then say good night and go to my room where the first thing I do is to tear open the envelope and take out the book.
The cover is amazing! Eerie almost. Two silhouettes, a man and a woman, with their backs to each other and holding their phones.
It’s us. Oh, my heart!
I open the book, breeze through the chapters Alisa said were about his life before that day, our day, and get to that morning.

June After Midnight: By Ethan Delphy
Chapter 15
I snicker when she says what she’s wearing. I thought I was the only one still into Guns N’ Roses.
I don’t like Lift pool. There are too many stops, and they all cram in like sardines, but it’s the most popular option, it seems. It was after I dropped off the third person at Embarcadero in San Francisco, and I was getting ready for the final stop of the trip, that I started hearing that nagging sound, like a sonar. On and on and on. I just assumed it was the client’s phone.
“Is that your phone?” the guy in the back asked, sounding annoyed, and that’s when I realized it wasn’t his. It wasn’t mine either, because mine was on the dashboard. The ringing stopped. But just as he got out, it started again, so I pulled to the side of the road and following the sound, I eventually found it in between the back seat and the door.