Chapters (84)
- Cover
- Praise
- Dedication
- About the Author
- HALLOWEEN
- Seven Weeks Before Halloween
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- HALLOWEEN
- Six Weeks Before Halloween
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- HALLOWEEN
- Five Weeks Before Halloween
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- HALLOWEEN
- NINE
- TEN
- HALLOWEEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- Twenty-Five Days Until Halloween
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- HALLOWEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- HALLOWEEN
- Eighteen Days Until Halloween
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- HALLOWEEN
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- Eleven Days Until Halloween
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- Eight Days Until Halloween
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY
- Four Days Until Halloween
- THIRTY-ONE
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-TWO
- Two Days Until Halloween
- THIRTY-THREE
- The Night Before Halloween
- THIRTY-FOUR
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-FIVE
- Halloween, Present Day
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- HALLOWEEN
- THIRTY-NINE
- HALLOWEEN
- FORTY
- HALLOWEEN
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- HALLOWEEN... NOW
- FORTY-FIVE
- Seven Months Later
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ALICE SWANSON’S
- Reader's Guide
- Questions for Discussion
- Booklist
“Memories? Feels like an entirely different planet.”
“Ah, yes. The new president’s been very aggressive about building. Problem is, it’s all for the sciences and business. Us lowly humanities people don’t matter.”
There was something about being on a college campus that evoked opportunity. The students around us all seemed so hopeful, so young and earnest. It made me feel ancient, a foreign body. I’d once been one of these kids, hopeful but naive. Making bad choices, even as I had the hubris to think it would all work out and not come back to bite me.
And now it had.
Someone knew everything. And they were threatening to tell Lily. I’d been stupid to think I could keep it a secret. Stupid to think I could come back here with no consequences.
“Theresa?”
“Sorry,” I said as Greg led me on a shortcut through the atrium of a building.
“What’s going on? You seem like you’re about to burst.”
I let his question hang in the air between us. How to even begin?
“‘The past is never dead. It’s not even past.’” I hadn’t realized I’d said it out loud until Greg glanced over at me.
“William Faulkner? Now I know something’s wrong. You always hated him.”
“And you always loved him,” I said. “I guess that quote stuck with me.” I never quoted literature. Was Greg’s influence starting to creep back on me after all this time? The idea made me uncomfortable.
He stopped. “Come on, now. You navigated this place, found me, for a reason.”
The campus had quieted down. The time between classes had ended, everyone filing into their respective places.
“It’s about Lily,” I said. “Someone knows about her, Greg.”
He took one look at me and nodded. “We should probably find somewhere to sit.” He ushered me to an alcove with a small private table. “They won’t be surprised if I’m late to my meeting.”
“Greg, I’m worried that Lily and Adam are going to find out...” I couldn’t say the words aloud, even to him.
“Jeez, Theresa. You make it sound like it’s some dirty secret. There are a lot of people who are adopted, you know.”
“I know. I just thought—I wanted her to feel loved, to feel complete. I didn’t want her to think she was unwanted or anything.”
“Why would she think that? You’re a great mom. You’re great at everything you do.” He reached across the table and touched my shoulder, then let it drop.