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
“Has he? By me? I read your novel and that’s not what happened.”
“I’m not even going to ask what strings you pulled to get an advanced copy.”
“I wouldn’t tell you anyway.”
“So what is the lie in my story?”
“Everything about how it ended.”
Sixty
“Really? Let’s see then. Did you and your boyfriend hug?” Ethan asks.
“Yes, but—”
“Did you and your boyfriend kiss?”
I stare.
“Did you go to meet Max like you said?”
“I was on my way.”
“You were on your way. I see. And a hurricane came and took you away and back to New York. I read this story, the Kansas version. I expect more from a writer. Anything else?”
“You’re twisting it all.”
“How? It’s what happened. He followed you around all day, watched out for you, fell for you, and when he got the courage to ask you to meet him, you chose your boyfriend.”
“There’s an explanation for that.”
“Keep it for someone who cares,” he says snappily.
“I thought he changed his mind. He wasn’t where we agreed we’d meet.”
“Was he supposed to show up, shake your boyfriend’s hand and then walk with you… into the sunrise? Of course he wasn’t there. He’d just watched you two kissing.”
“This is not fair.”
“No, it’s not. When is love fair, Maya?”
My eyes are brimming with tears.
“You didn’t care enough to take a chance on him and now you’re back. So let me ask again. Why?”
“To explain.”
He makes a noise like a buzzer. “Wrong answer! You already tried to explain to me and look how that went.”
“He’s not going to have the same reaction. Max is not like you. He’ll understand.”
“You’re wrong,” he snaps back.
“I’m not wrong. I know him better than I know most people in my life.”
Ethan starts laughing. “You never even saw him that day. You don’t know his name. What makes you think you know anything about him?”
“Because I do. Because—you don’t have to see someone to fall in love with them.”
“Love? We’re talking about love now? If you loved him, you wouldn’t have left like you did. That’s not love. You were not here after that. I had to pick up the pieces.”
“I did love him. I still do, a year later. I never forgot him or our day together.”
I wipe a tear with the back of my hand. Ethan is so cruel.
“Does your boyfriend know you love another man then?”
“What boyfriend?”
“The one who keeps calling you. The same one you left Carmel with last year.”
My nostrils are flaring. His words spin around in my head.
“How do you know it’s the same guy who’s calling me now?”
He stares for a moment. “Because I saw his name on your phone. I’m not dumb.”
“Not that you’d care, but my ‘boyfriend’ and I are over.”
“Weren’t you over before and then you weren’t?” he says coldly. “I expect this David fella will show up here, promise you the moon and the stars or whatever he does to change your mind, and you’ll be back on the boyfriend express; direction: New York.”