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Dylan turned and stared Rachel down. “Get in the car.
Drive.”
Matt called, “Get in, Rachel. She’ll find another ride.”
Rachel looked at Greta, then at the ground. Like she
might vomit. She turned, walked to the driver’s side and
climbed in. When the engine hummed, Dylan backed away
from Greta and ducked into the seat behind Matt.
The car rolled forward for a second, then peeled away,

tires spinning on ice.
“Don’t leave…!” They were gone before she could say me.
She chased the car, but the taillights rounded the bend, out of
sight. Darkness closed in on her.
She had wanted Dylan, wanted to be with him, wanted
to touch him. Why had she slept with him and then said no
to him? She’d wrecked it. It was stupid, made no sense at ADVANCE READING COPY

all. On top of it all, bleeding into everything, shame, guilt.
They whispered, Don’t tell. Your fault. But Dylan, Matt and
Rachel had left her in the middle of nowhere—a temper
tantrum—and ignored her and treated her like a pariah.
Couldn’t they own that?

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