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“Mom!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, closing the screen door with a bang. “Mom! Are you home!?”She and Gray both came racing onto the landing outside their bedroom and leaned over the wooden railing to look down at me.“Ally! What’s wrong? Why are you shouting?” my mother asked.I threw my wet, sandy towel on the back of the couch and saw Gray flinch. If he’d been in front of me at that moment, I seriously might have tackled him to the floor.“I need to talk to you,” I said shakily.“What is it?” She jogged down the stairs, eyeing me with concern. Clearly she could tell this was of dire importance, because she’d barely spoken to me, let alone looked at me in a motherly way, in well over a week. She hit the first floor, Gray hot on her heels, and crossed over to me. “Honey, what’s wrong?”Her hands were on my shoulders. I glared at Gray and his floppy blond hair and his inappropriately unbuttoned plaid shirt. I wanted more than anything to tell him to go away, but I knew that was a waste of time. If he had to be here for this, then fine. I looked my mother in the eye, and my chin quivered.“Are you and dad getting a divorce?” I asked, clutching my elbows.Gray looked at the floor. My mother blinked. “What?”“I was just down on the beach and Sha
“You know what pisses me off?” I said, one foot crossing over the other as Cooper and I navigated the crowded sidewalk in front of Fantasy Island, the family amusement park in the middle of Beach Haven. “All these families.”I swung my arm wide and almost knocked over a scrawny kid flying by on a skateboard.“I mean, look at them! Look at that guy!” I pointed in the general direction of a beefy dad with two kids hanging on his arms as he tried to check his BlackBerry. His ski