Chapters (37)
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- BEFORE
- AFTER
- ONE THOUGHTS ON SUN HATS
- TWO TIME FOR CAKE
- THREE TWELVE MONTHS
- FOUR PSYCHIC KARAOKE
- FIVE A SECOND SLEEPING BAG
- SIX SIX MONTHS
- SEVEN THE EARLY BIRD GETS THE PANCAKE
- EIGHT SIX MONTHS
- NINE FOLLOW THE MUSIC
- TEN THE STARS ARE BRIGHTER IN THE DESERT
- ELEVEN SIX MONTHS
- TWELVE EVERY STAR HAS A SONG
- THIRTEEN PSYCHIC KARAOKE
- FOURTEEN ONE MONTH
- FIFTEEN A WELL-TRAVELED HAT
- SIXTEEN JOEL VS. THE VOLCANO
- SEVENTEEN TWO WEEKS
- EIGHTEEN HOUSE OF MEMORIES
- NINETEEN IF TREES COULD TALK
- TWENTY THREE DAYS
- TWENTY-ONE SEARCH PARTY
- TWENTY-TWO NOT THE SAME ZADIE
- TWENTY-THREE WAVES OF SMOKE
- TWENTY-FOUR THE DAY OF
- TWENTY-FIVE THE SKY IS FULL OF BIRDS
- TWENTY-SIX NEST
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- EPILOGUE
- TWENTY-EIGHT A SONG ABOUT A BIRD
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Also by Ruth Emmie Lang
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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I want more for you
And for that I’ll take less of you
I’ve taken enough from you
Already
Joel appeared unconvinced. “I thought songs like this would make you sad, considering—” He stopped himself.
“Considering my mom left?”
“Yeah.”
She shrugged.
Joel handed the photograph back to Zadie. “Can I be real with you for a sec?”
Zadie tossed him a questioning look. “Sure.”
“Why do you want to find her? I mean, all I remember is you talking about how much you hated her for leaving.”
Zadie hesitated. The change of heart had snuck up on her, too. They’d been at the Van Houtens’ for only a little over twenty-four hours, but in that time she’d received a crash course in being a single parent. Every hour contained dozens of decisions, big and small, that determined how healthy and happy and loved your children felt. Nora had committed the worst sin of all: she’d made Zadie feel unloved. But what if the decisions Nora had made the day she left—walk out door, get in car, drive away—had not been her own? Then she was no more to blame than Zadie, who made the decision not to stop her. “Because,” she began, “I’m starting to think it wasn’t her fault.”
Joel, skeptical, continued, “I just remember how much you used to cry over her. It made me so angry. I wanted to find her myself so I could tell her—I don’t know what I would’ve said … that you deserved better or something.”
Zadie lifted her eyes to meet Joel’s, testing his sincerity. He didn’t flinch. Gratitude welled inside her. She remembered nights spent crying in his arms, how he would hum soothing songs and stroke her hair until she fell asleep. “Thank you,” she said, threading her fingers through his. Joel squeezed her hand back. Then his fingers drifted up her wrist, her forearm, her shoulder. When his fingers reached her neck, she knew he was about to kiss her.
TWENTY THREE DAYS
(UNTIL NORA WILDER’S DISAPPEARANCE)
“It’s not fair! I want blue hair, too.” Zadie had thought Finn might be jealous that Nora and she had gone to the beach without her, but that didn’t even come up. After almost two weeks of her little sister sulking and attempting to make her own dye by breaking open ballpoint pens, their mom finally gave in and painted a blue streak into Finn’s curls. “I can’t wait to show it off at the festival,” she said as she ran the blue tendril through her fingers.