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Isaac shoved open the passenger door and stepped out. Icy air swirled in, harsh against her bare skin.
“What are you doing?” Emily demanded.
He leaned over the open door, his mouth small and solemn. “I should go home.”
“No!” Emily cried. She lurched out her own door and followed him across the parking lot. “Come on!”
Isaac was walking toward the little wooded path that led from the Wawa lot to the street. He glanced
over
his shoulder. “This is my mom you’re talking about. Think about what you’re saying. Think really hard.”
“I have thought about it!” Emily shouted. But Isaac kept going, not answering. She came to a stop in
front of
the store, going limp. Above her, the neon Wawa sign buzzed fiercely. There was a line of kids at the
counter
buying coffees and sodas and candy. She waited for Isaac to turn back, but he didn’t. Finally, she walked
back to her car and got in. The inside of the Volvo smelled like the Colberts’ detergent. The passenger
seat
was still warm from Isaac’s butt. For at least ten minutes, she stared numbly at the Dumpster, not
knowing
what to make of what had happened.
A little chime went off inside her backpack. Emily swiveled around, reaching for her phone. Maybe it was
Isaac, writing to apologize. And maybe she should apologize too. He and his mom were close, and she
certainly
didn’t want to hate his family. Maybe she should’ve found another way to break the news instead of
blindsiding him with it.
Emily opened the new text, swallowing a sniffle. It wasn’t from Isaac.
Too distracted to decipher my clues? Go to your first love’s old house and maybe it’ll all make sense.—A
Emily glowered at the screen. She’d had it with these vague clues. What did A want?
She slowly pulled out of the Wawa parking lot, braking to let a Jeep full of high school boys cut in front
of
her. Go to your first love’s old house. A obviously meant Ali. She’d take the bait; Ali’s old neighborhood
was