Chapters (46)
- Cover
- Other Titles
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Friday
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- Saturday
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- Sunday
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- Monday
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Except, that wasn’t true either. There was the other woman. Tall, blond, perfect in her dumb little skinny jeans and cable-knit sweater, walking across the lobby towards Adam like she was queen of the fucking world. London stood outside, her entire body filling with rage, using every ounce of her willpower to keep herself from smashing through the hotel window and throwing that stupid ugly skank up against the wall, pulling out chunks of her silky blond hair, breaking her cute little button nose with the heel of her palm. Who does she think she is? Does she even know that Adam used to make cheese and jelly sandwiches for his little brother when his mom was at work? Does she even know that Adam cried during Finding Nemo? Then another thought occurred to London: Did she really know those things? Had any of those things actually been true? Or had Adam been lying to her this whole time? He lied about being married. He lied about wanting London to be with him. He could have lied about everything.
She followed them, Adam and the girl, as they left the hotel and crossed the bridge to the marina, trying to keep herself together, to keep from screaming or crying or throwing herself off the bridge and into the cold, black waters of Duluth Harbour and, like, letting her eyes be eaten out by pickerel or something. When they got to the marina, Adam took the girl’s hand and led her up onto the deck of the Rum Runner as if she were completely helpless, a delicate fucking princess who couldn’t do anything on her own. Why would Adam want to be with someone who couldn’t even climb up onto a boat by herself? What could he possibly see in her?
London sat on a bench by the main building and watched as the Rum Runner motored out into the calm waters of Lake Superior. So much for high winds, she thought. She sat there for two hours, waiting for them to come back. She had a vague idea that when they got back she was going to confront Adam for being a lying, cheating scumbag, but she fell asleep before she could come up with any sort of plan. When she woke up, the sun was just breaking over the horizon. The Rum Runner was back at its berth, and Adam and the girl were nowhere to be seen.