She realizes she hasn’t hidden her surprise very well. She wants to say something to recover from it, to show him that this doesn’t bother her. But the truth is she’s never known anyone with a trust fund. Someone from a family rich enough that he doesn’t have to work. Perhaps the news shouldn’t have come as a surprise to her. But she’s from a blue-collar, working class family—she was the first to go to college—and the thought of someone who simply has enough that he doesn’t need to be employed is so foreign to her that she can’t quite even grasp what that kind of life would be like.

Especially since she’s a journalist, one of the lowest-paying jobs there is for a college graduate. She works really hard—fifty to sixty hours a week—for her meager wages.

“I’m not exactly rich,” Logan says, backtracking. “It won’t last forever. It’s just temporary while I figure some things out.”

“Sounds great,” Hannah says. “No need to be ashamed.”

She can tell from his face that things have changed between them.

Stop being a snob, she tells herself. Just because he’s rich doesn’t mean he’s a bad person.

“So, how do you spend your days?” she asks, trying to move the conversation along and get past this awkwardness.

He shrugs. “Hiking, swimming, skiing. Depends on the weather, I guess.”

“Wow,” she says. “That must be nice.”

Now he looks even more embarrassed.

The weird thing about him is that he doesn’t seem like some rich asshole living off Mommy and Daddy’s allowance. He seems like a down-to-earth guy. He is nice and he has a certain boyish charm. He doesn’t seem smarmy or pretentious. He seems like the kind of guy she could really enjoy spending time with.

The boat zips along, and they are both silent. The end of the first lake is approaching. She wants to start over, change the subject.

I’ve still got a little time to salvage this situation, she thinks.

Then she notices one of the girls on the pier. Probably fourteen or fifteen, she is jumping up and down on the dock, yelling and waving her arms. Hannah can’t make out what she’s saying because of the whining boat motor.

“What’s that girl doing?” she says to Logan.

He turns, noticing the girl for the first time.

“Hey,” he says to the pilot, “let off the motor for a second.”

The pilot does as he’s told, and the boat slows to a crawl. The motor idles, still audible but much quieter.

“Help!” the girl on the dock screams. She points into the water. “My sister!”

The message is clear: her sister is drowning.

CHAPTER 3

“GO!” LOGAN YELLS to the pilot.