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Chapter Thirteen

Phone Call

Five Years Ago

A Tuesday

Teagan:You could have texted.

(Sound of windshield wipers swishing)

Silas:I’m driving. How is it going?

Teagan:(Sighs)

Silas:Bad?

Teagan:Really bad. My dad got laid off and he’d made some big investments that went south. He didn’t tell my mom about any of it. They’re so mad at each other. They’re not talking.

Silas:How are you?

Teagan:I’m okay.

Silas:How are you really?

Teagan:I don’t think I can go on the trip. I don’t think I can even stay in school.

Silas:Oh no. Is there any way with financial aid?

Silas:Don’t cry, Teag.

Teagan:I’m not crying.

Silas:I can hear you crying. Your snot noises are ricocheting off the inside of my car.

Teagan:(Laughing through her tears)

Teagan:I was being quiet. It’s weird you know me this well.

Silas:Not that quiet. And who else could know you like I do?

Teagan:No one.

Silas:Well, if you’re not going to France, I’m not going, either. I’m sure I can cancel.

Teagan:No!

Silas:I don’t want to go without you. I wouldn’t know anyone else on the trip, anyway.

Teagan:You’re going.

Silas:The whole thing was your idea. I’m staying.

Teagan:Don’t make me fight you. I won’t play fair and I’ll win.

Silas:What will you do if you’re not in school?

Teagan:Get a job, I guess. I think it’s going to be all hands on deck for a while. I have no idea what you do with half an English degree.

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