![]() ![]() ![]() The ends of her hair, plopped on the warm gray slate, and sent smaller drops bouncing onto the tops of my feet. She stood so close I could smell the salt in her hair and pores and feel the coolness of her damp skin as though it pressed directly against mine. Justine wrapped a towel around her torso and took a sideways step toward me. I tried to nod, my eyes locked on the swirling water and frothy foam fifty feet below. "The number of brokenhearted girls in Maine must have, like, quadrupled this year." First, we had to actually make it back to the house. But that was a discussion for another time-like when we were warming up in front of the old stone fireplace at our lake house. Simon's physical transformation was the first thing I'd noticed when he and his younger brother, Caleb, had knocked on our door earlier. ![]() "Doesn't Simon look different this summer?" she asked, coming up to me and wringing out her hair. But several years later, standing on top of a cliff overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, I knew it didn't stand a chance. Justine's method was useful in combating my many other fears. ![]() Every night I thought it would never work, and every night it did. Eventually, I'd manage to forget about the evil waiting in the wings and fall asleep. What can you see, Vanessa?"Īnd then, I'd force myself to picture our room exactly as it had appeared before Mom turned off the light and closed the door. "I can see everything-my backpack, my blue glitter bracelet, our goldfish in his bowl. ![]()
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