Kayla pushed her bangs out of her eyes, and the gesture made her look even more like Jeremy than usual.

“It’s still pretty hard,” she said. “But thanks. For saying that.”

“You’re welcome.” Annabelle took a sip of her lemonade, which was the perfect balance of tart and sweet. She was glad she hadn’t tried to order some kind of coffee drink just because the older girls did. “How’s Jeremy?”

Kayla took a bite of muffin. “He’s good, I think. Though I’m sure he’d be better if you guys made up.”

Annabelle’s cheeks burned, so she took another sip to cool them down. “I want to fix things when he gets back.”

“Good,” Kayla said, nodding as if that had fixed the situation already, just knowing that Annabelle wanted to make things right.

Annabelle pictured Jeremy’s hurt, angry face and was pretty sure it wasn’t going to be that easy. But she was also pretty sure she would figure something out.

After Annabelle said goodbye to Kayla and Elisa, she put on her raincoat and walked up the street to meet Mitch at his office for lunch.

But on her way, she peeked into the window of the bagel place, and there was Mia, by herself at one of the front tables. She almost kept going, but then she changed her mind and went in.

“Hey.” She slid off the hood of her coat and approached Mia’s table.

Mia’s dark eyes went wide with surprise. “Oh. Hey.”

She was wearing the bright pink shirt she’d gotten on that shopping trip in the spring. Annabelle had bought the same one in light blue, and Mia had chosen a pale green one at first, but her mom had vetoed that, saying pale colors did nothing for Mia’s complexion and she had to “go bold” if she wanted to stand out.

“What are you up to?” Annabelle asked, and Mia held up what was left of her bagel as if to say, What does it look like?

Right. Annabelle was about ready to give up and leave, but then Mia heaved an enormous sigh.

“I have literally nothing to do until practice, and practice is probably going to get canceled if there’s lightning. Reagan went back to Connecticut and Jeremy’s in Boston and Genevieve’s babysitting and I don’t know what any of the other swim team girls are doing. So I’m stuck here on this tiny, boring island eating this bagel as slowly as I can to kill time.”

Annabelle stared at Mia, remembering what rainy days had been like last summer.

Once, the two of them had made scavenger hunts for each other inside Mia’s house. Another time they’d found five different cookie recipes—peanut butter, chocolate chip, double chocolate, oatmeal raisin, and snickerdoodles—and combined the best parts of each recipe into a batch of mash-up cookies, even though Mia’s mom told them there was no way all those things would taste good together. The cookies were pretty terrible, but Mia had insisted she loved them, and Annabelle had choked down a couple in solidarity.