Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
When we finally made it to the Cape, Tyler parked his truck in the driveway of one of the three-story cottages we’d rented for the party and he bolted out of the truck like it was on fire. He’d already given quick hugs to his parents and shoved his hands into his pockets with his feet moving him toward the beach before I’d even opened the passenger side door.
I watched him go, watched the way the muscles of his back shifted under his t-shirt and the sea breeze blew through his hair, but it was only a millisecond before Morgan was at my side, barking out orders to everyone around for what to grab out of the truck and where to take it.
“Glad you two made it safely,” Robert said, pulling me into his side for a hug before he grabbed the first box out of the truck.
Amanda had me in her arms next. “You look as beat as we were after our drive out the other day. Why don’t you run up and get showered, you’ll feel good as new.” She pulled back with a smile, and I loved the way she looked in that moment — hair in a messy ponytail, glasses on her nose, not a stitch of makeup on. She was in beach mode, and I realized that when she looked like this, I saw every feature Morgan got from her.
I also realized that she and my Aunt Laura were the closest things I’d ever known to a real mother.
“Okay,” I said, glancing at the waves crashing on the beach behind the cottage with a longing sigh. I hadn’t been back on the Cape since the summer before senior year when I’d come with Morgan and her family, and being back was already flooding me with memories of my last summer as a kid.
My last summer with Morgan and Tyler.
Part of me wanted to run to the beach, or to our favorite ice cream joint, or to the old lighthouse we loved to climb after dark. I wanted to run back in time, to that summer, to that girl I had once been.
But Morgan’s mom was right — I was exhausted, in more ways than she knew, and maybe a shower would help right me.
“You’re on the third floor,” Amanda said, handing me my suitcase with a dramatic groan. “Luckily for you, there’s an elevator.” She winked with the tease. “You’re the last room on the left. All the names are on the doors, so you should be able to find it easily.”
I thanked her, huffing my suitcase and small duffle bag up the stairs that led to the cottage before rolling them inside and to the small elevator that ran up the middle of the house. I pushed the button for the third floor and zoned out as the low hum of the elevator took me up.
I took a left once the elevator came to a halt, and then I groaned, because Tyler’s name was written in neat script across the paper taped to the first door. I blew out a breath, marching purposefully past it until I found mine, which was the next one over.
The universe hates me.
When I pushed through the door, a small smile broke through my sourpuss attitude at the sight of the breathtaking view. There were floor-to-ceiling windows on the left, with a sliding glass door out onto my own private balcony straight ahead, a gorgeous, plush queen bed, and striking photographs of the beach everywhere, along with fishing net and seashells, and all the colors of the sunrise in every little detail of the room.
And right in the middle of the long, white dresser near the window was a gorgeous bouquet of flowers.
Setting my suitcase by the door, I made my way to the dresser, fingering the soft petals of the coral roses and crisp, white lilies before I reached for the card beside them.
I wish it could be me greeting you at the beach house instead of these flowers, but I can’t wait to join you and make new memories in a new place together. I love you, sunshine. XO — Jacob
Guilt and longing soared through me like two giant birds, their wings sweeping every corner of my chest as I stumbled backward until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed. I sat, sinking into the plush comforter, staring at the words on the note with an ache in my chest.
Jacob was my person.
He was my everything, and had been for months.
How could I have lost sight of that? How could I have so easily let him slip from my mind, filling that space with the one boy I’d sworn I would forget?
I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw myself out the window just to save everyone in my life from the disaster I’d become.