July
Chapter Twenty-Two: The Secret
Chapter Twenty-Three: The Book
Chapter Twenty-Four: The Turtles
Chapter Twenty-Five: The Evening
Chapter Twenty-Six: The Mother
Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Festivities
Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Fireworks
Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Enigma
Chapter Thirty: The Apology
Chapter Thirty-One: The Date
Chapter Thirty-Two: The Scene
Chapter Thirty-Three: The Swim
Chapter Thirty-Four: The Morning
Chapter Thirty-Five: The Pile
Chapter Thirty-Six: The Threat
Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Woods
Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Sister
Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Revelation
Chapter Forty: The Return
Chapter Forty-One: The Proof
Chapter Forty-Two: The Good-bye
Chapter Forty-Three: The Waiting
Chapter Forty-Four: The Widow
August
Chapter Forty-Five: The Aftermath
Chapter Forty-Six: The Row
Chapter Forty-Seven: The Picnic
Chapter Forty-Eight: The Key
Chapter Forty-Nine: The Theft
Chapter Fifty: The Director
Chapter Fifty-One: The Camp
Chapter Fifty-Two: The Witness
Chapter Fifty-Three: The Jailbreak
Chapter Fifty-Four: The Memory
Chapter Fifty-Five: The Handoff
Chapter Fifty-Six: The Service
Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Truth
Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Curse
Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Chaperone
June
Chapter Sixty: The End
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Miranda Beverly-Whittemore
About the Publisher
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CHAPTER ONE (#ue039d61b-4f81-558e-9d0a-3049c9a25ac5)
The Roommate (#ue039d61b-4f81-558e-9d0a-3049c9a25ac5)
BEFORE SHE LOATHED ME, before she loved me, Genevra Katherine Winslow didn’t know that I existed. That’s hyperbolic, of course; by February, student housing had required us to share a hot shoe box of a room for nearly six months, so she must have gathered I was a physical reality (if only because I coughed every time she smoked her Kools atop the bunk bed), but until the day Ev asked me to accompany her to Winloch, I was accustomed to her regarding me as she would a hideously upholstered armchair – something in her way, to be utilized when absolutely necessary, but certainly not what she’d have chosen herself.