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Chapters (61)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. Dedication
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  18. Thirteen
  19. Fourteen
  20. Fifteen
  21. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  22. Sixteen
  23. Seventeen
  24. Eighteen
  25. Nineteen
  26. Twenty
  27. Twenty-One
  28. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  29. Twenty-Two
  30. Twenty-Three
  31. Twenty-Four
  32. Twenty-Five
  33. Twenty-Six
  34. Twenty-Seven
  35. Twenty-Eight
  36. Twenty-Nine
  37. Thirty
  38. Thirty-One
  39. Thirty-Two
  40. Thirty-Three
  41. Thirty-Four
  42. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  43. Thirty-Five
  44. Thirty-Six
  45. Thirty-Seven
  46. Thirty-Eight
  47. From the Journal of Candace Swain
  48. Thirty-Nine
  49. Forty
  50. Forty-One
  51. Forty-Two
  52. Forty-Three
  53. Forty-Four
  54. Forty-Five
  55. Forty-Six
  56. Forty-Seven
  57. Letter Found in the Journal of Candace Swain
  58. Forty-Eight
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. Booklist
  61. Excerpt

But, she realized, it was okay. She felt a burden lift off her chest that avoiding Tommy was over. That she could call him, and maybe they could reclaim the friendship they’d had before they’d started dancing around their feelings.

It gave her hope.

Twenty

Professor Clarkson had office hours from three to six today, but it was nearly seven o’clock when Lucas arrived. Clarkson was at his desk, reading term papers. He was old-fashioned; while the school required that all homework be submitted online, the professor printed out his students’ essays and wrote in their margins, returning the hard copy. People called him a dinosaur, but Lucas found him to be one of the most interesting of all his teachers. He’d been a criminal-defense lawyer, worked on several high-profile cases, and wrote a book about how the system failed both the guilty and the innocent. In the end, it was the best system of justice yet devised, and they only needed to work harder to make it work for everyone. Lucas had read the book twice.

He wanted that. He wanted to be that pillar of truth that Clarkson often talked about.

He knocked on the open door. “Sorry I’m stopping by after office hours,” he said.

Clarkson looked up. “Nonsense. Come in, Lucas. It’s not like I have anywhere else to be. Sit down, please.”

Lucas was pretty sure that wasn’t true. While the prof wasn’t married—Lucas heard through the grapevine that his wife had died in an accident a long time ago, and his only daughter was a corporate lawyer in California—Clarkson had many friends. And even though students called him old-fashioned, he was one of the most popular professors in the criminal justice department.

Lucas didn’t know what to say. He knew what he wanted to say, but he didn’t know how to talk about it. His friends either thought he was crazy for doing the podcast or thought it was a cool idea and had a hundred ways to help him—most of which were over the top. Lizzy had been a rock, but he’d complained to her far too much, and she had to be getting tired of it. Troy, his roommate, was a good person to talk to, but since he’d met Denise, Lucas thought he now only half listened to him.

So that left Professor Clarkson. Lucas hoped he didn’t mind, but he trusted Clarkson more than anyone.

“Lucas? What’s on your mind?”

“I don’t know.”

Clarkson leaned back in his leather chair. “You don’t know why you came to talk to me?”