Losing Charley

Losing Charley

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After a horrific breakup with Dylan Sloan, the bad boy of the Dixon High Swim team, Charley Rice loses the confident swimmer she once was. Her best friend, Cash Montgomery is the only one who truly knows what happened that night and is a constant source of strength. After a summer of questioning who she wants to be, Charley decides to put the past behind and leave the small town of Grassy Pond to stand on her own two feet again. While Charley is living her life to the fullest at college she meets Joe Olsen and falls head over heels. But one letter is about to change everything and this time Cash isn't there to help her. Will she be able to escape her past and on her own? Will she run home to Cash? Or will she find comfort in the arms of Joe?
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The body. The words snap in my mind like a whip. I look at Daisy and Cassie in the back seat, still terrified, pale as if they'd seen a ghost. We unbuckle our seatbelts and get out of the car, instantly sober, running toward Sarah, who's been standing for a few minutes in front of the body lying face down in the middle of the road, keeping us from seeing his face. (...) Cassie kneels down and checks the pulse of the boy lying in front of us. We already know the truth, but we still hope his heart is beating. We hope there's still a chance. But there isn't. She turns the body over so we can see his face. And there he is: Dylan Hastings, eyes open, but no longer alive. Blood is smeared all over his body, and I stumble back the second I see it. His eyes, which earlier were full of laughter, now hold nothing but a deep, hollow emptiness. My stomach twists. I might throw up any second now. Dylan Hastings is dead. And we're the ones responsible for it.

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