could apologize properly and make amends like she’d wanted to for the past
decade. It was a perfect opportunity, and if she didn’t take it, she felt like
she’d be taking the cowardly way out.
“Picking me up would involve telling you where I live.” It was kind of
funny, and she even found that she wanted to laugh.
“See how sneaky I am?”
“Summer…I can see the delivery van guy over there with an armful of
bags. The tables aren’t even set up yet.”
“Do you want some help?” Arabella offered. “Setting up?”
She hadn’t planned on doing that either, but the question came out of
nowhere.
June looked surprised. Summer looked suspicious.
“Uh, sure,” June muttered. “That would be great.”
“Tomorrow,” Summer tossed over her shoulder as she spun around.
“Eight.”
Arabella found herself rattling off her address. “When you get there, stay
in the car. I’ll watch for you. It’s not a good neighborhood. You don’t have
to come to the door or anything. And my parents are going to know where
I’m going, so if you really plan on feeding me to the fishes …don’t.”
June groaned. She raked a hand through her hair and looked anxiously at
Summer. Her cheeks were pink, and it was clear she didn’t want to stand
there and have the conversation they were having. She wasn’t having fun
with it. She felt awkward and wanted to leave. And now her weekend away
was going to be ruined.
So she thought, anyway. But Arabella didn’t plan on doing any ruining.
She planned on doing whatever fixing she could. She just hoped it was
enough to make a small dent in all those terrible memories from their past.
She wasn’t sure that an entire lifetime of good deeds could undo the
damage she’d done, and she only had two days.
Chapter 6