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  97. Acknowledgments
  98. About the Author
  99. Also by Meg Mitchell Moore
  100. About the Publisher

“I do mean it.” Her voice rose. “I did give up my spot. It’s gone. There’s nothing here for me!” She thought of Destiny and Caitlin exchanging glances with each other, walling her out. There goes Alexa again. “I’m not like you, Cam. You have your . . . your spirit wear and your golden retriever and your lake house and your pitch-perfect family.” She hadn’t met Cam’s family, but she assumed they were as innocuous, as sunshiny, as Cam. She thought of Caitlin clapping a hand over her mouth. It’s not like he was your real dad anyway. She thought of Morgan: Why can’t you just be nice, Alexa? “I don’t have any of that!” She was screaming so loudly that her throat started to hurt, so loudly that the woman weeding her garden looked over.

Cam’s voice got soft and he said, “Lots of people care about you. If you’d show everyone your nicest, best self, you’d know that.”

“This is my best self!” she snarled. She was shaking when she got in her Jeep and peeled out of the driveway. When she was halted at the stop sign at the end of Turkey Hill, waiting for a break in traffic on 113, she realized that she’d never said what she’d come to say to Cam. What she’d come to say was that she didn’t tell Cam about the Griffins to be an asshole, or to burden him just for the hell of it, or to brag about her snooping capabilities. She told him because she was scared. Because she was scared of the bad men, and she wanted his help.

She turned down Cherry Hill, passing the soccer fields where she’d played as a kid on the town teams. She hated town soccer, all those stupid cheers they made up, the endless standing around, waiting to be subbed in or out.

What was wrong with her? Who hated soccer?

Suddenly she was crying, for all sorts of reasons. She was crying for Peter, whose loss she had never felt entitled enough to truly cry about, and for Madison Miller, who left her house one day and never came back, and for her mother, who might have a new boyfriend, who was moving on, leaving Alexa behind. She was crying about Morgan, who needed her big sister but didn’t know where to find her.