the one where a sheltered kook girl joins a group of no-good pogues to try and figure out what her mother is hiding. they uncover a whole load of interconnected, twisted shit.
or ;
alex thornbury knew that her mother was hiding something. she just...
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SHE DID NOT, IN FACT, feel any better in the morning.
Her regret and anxiety had twisted together overnight, creating a nauseating knot in her stomach.
She managed to sneak off the boat without having to see JJ, saying quiet goodbyes to Sarah and then Kiara and Pope as she left the boat.
It's funny, the way that a simple building can make you feel a million different searing things at once.
Alex stood beside her mailbox, staring up at her house. Or, she supposed, she was standing beside her old mailbox, staring up at her old house.
The two story beach house with the wrap around porch wasn't really her home anymore.
She thought back to when she had first learned that her family was moving back to the Outer Banks. She had been so excited, had stared at the listing of this very house for hours, dreaming up how she would decorate her room, imagining sleepovers with all of the friends she would reconnect with, wondering how she would sneak out the window to parties.
It's wild how much things have changed since then. How much she has changed.
Back then, the biggest things she worried about were matching her lipgloss to her top and passing her classes. Now she has to look over her shoulder for her vengeful mother, without a father to help look out for her.
