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"It's nothing, Dad. Pe
"We want you to be careful, Lucinda," he said.
Luce thought about what Daniel had suggested—quite strongly—the other day. That maybe she shouldn't be at Sword & Cross at all. And suddenly she wanted so badly to bring it up to her parents, to beg and plead for them to take her far away from here.
But it was that same memory of Daniel that made Luce hold her tongue. The thrilling touch of his skin on hers when she'd pushed him down at the lake, the way his eyes were sometimes the saddest things she knew. It felt at once absolutely crazy and absolutely true that it might be worth all of this hell at Sword & Cross just to spend a little more time with Daniel. Just to see if anything might come of it.
"I hate goodbyes," Luce's mother breathed, interrupting her daughter's thoughts to draw her in for a brisk hug. Luce looked down at her watch and her face fell. She didn't know how the afternoon had gone by so quickly, how it could already be time for them to go.
"You'll call us on Wednesday?" her dad asked, kissing both her cheeks the way the French side of his family always did.
As they all walked back up toward the parking lot, Luce's parents gripped her hands. Each of them gave her another strong hug and series of kisses. When they shook Pe
Then they were walking away, looking back twice to wave at the two girls standing at the entrance to the main lobby. Dad cranked up his old black Chrysler New Yorker and rolled down the window.
"We love you," he called out so loudly that Luce would have been embarrassed if she hadn't been so sad to see them go.
Luce waved back. "Thank you," she whispered. For the pralines and the okra. For spending all day here. For taking Pe
When the taillights disappeared around the bend, Pe
"Of course I'll come," Luce said.
They walked around the perimeter of the cemetery, staying high on the rim until they'd reached the far east corner, where Pe
It was modest, white, and covered with a tawny layer of pine needles. Pe
STANFORD LOCKWOOD, the simple tombstone read, WORLD'S BEST FATHER.
Luce could hear Pe
When Pe
"I usually write him something," she explained.
Luce wanted to give Pe
He looked stiff and lonely, as if he'd been there all day. He didn't see Luce or Pe
All this time Luce had been searching for explanations about why Daniel's file was so sparse, what secrets his ancestor's missing book held in the library, where his mind had traveled to that day she'd asked about his family. Why he'd been so hot and cold with her… always.
CHAPTER 14. IDLE HANDS
It rained all day on Tuesday. Pitch-black clouds rolled in from the west and churned over the campus, doing nothing to help clear Luce's mind. The downpour came in uneven waves—drizzling, then pouring, then hailing—before it tapered off to start all over again. The students hadn't even been allowed to go outside during breaks, and by the end of her calculus class, Luce was going stir-crazy.
She realized this when her notes began to veer away from the mean value theorem and started looking more like this:
September 15: Introductory flip-off from D
September 16: Statue toppling, hand on head to protect me (alternately: just him groping for a way out); D's immediate exit
September 17: Potential misreading of D's head bob as suggestion that I attend Cam's party. Disturbing discovery of D & G's relationship (mistake?)
Spelled out like that, it was the begi
No. This was precisely the kind of circular argument she did not want to engage in. Luce didn't want to play any games. She just wanted to be with him. Only, she had no idea why. Or how to go about it. Or really, what being with him would even mean. All she knew was that, despite everything, he was the one she thought about. The one she cared about.
She'd thought if she could track every time they'd co
When the bell finally rang to dismiss them for the day, Luce hurried out of the classroom. Usually she waited to walk with either Arriane or Pe
While the other students started trucking back toward their dorm rooms, Luce pulled up the hood of her black sweater and darted into the rain, eager to get to the natatorium.
As she bounded down the steps of Augustine, she plowed straight into something tall and black. Cam. When she jostled him, a tower of books teetered in his arms, then tumbled to the wet pavement with a series of thuds. He'd had his own black hood pulled over his head and his earbuds blaring in his ears. He probably hadn't seen her coming, either. They'd both been in their own worlds.
"Are you okay?" he asked, putting a hand on her back.
"I'm fine," Luce said. She'd barely stumbled. It was Cam's books that had taken the spill.
"Well, now that we've knocked over one another's books, isn't the next step for our hands to accidentally touch while we're picking them up?"
Luce laughed. When she handed him one of the books, he held on to her hand and squeezed it. The rain had soaked his dark hair, and big drops gathered in his long, thick eyelashes. He looked really good.