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                 Where the dirt road met the highway, he put the car into
              Park. “I’m not moving until you explain”—he motioned to
              the cabins, trees, lake—“this.”
                 “I came out here with Rachel and some other people.”
                 “And? Where are they?”
                 “Rachel thought I got a ride with someone else, and
              someone else thought I got a ride with Rachel.” She kept her
              eyes shut tight. It felt unnatural, lying to Ash.

                 “They left you?” he shouted.
                 “Not on purpose.”
                 “I don’t care ‘on purpose’ or not! They left you!”
                 “Please, Ash. Just let it go. Promise me you won’t say
              anything to Rachel.”
                 “I will not promise that! What happened here is not okay!”
                 What happened here is not okay. Little did he know. Greta

              rolled her head to face the window.
                 When she didn’t respond, Ash added, “Tell me you’re
              not going to hang out with them on Monday like nothing
              happened.”
                 “No, Ash.” She talked so low, she wasn’t sure he heard.
              “It’s over.” Over. Over. Over. Over. How could it be anything
              but over?
                 She held on tight all the way home, cracks spidering
              through whatever was holding her together. Through the

              door and into the unlit basement, Ash replacing Patty’s keys
              and tiptoeing behind her. Held tight as she said goodnight
              and thank you. In her room, in bed, she sobbed. Her pillow
              pressed against her mouth.



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