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“No problem,” Ebony assured her cheerfully. She suddenly turned to the back of the group, yanking Will forward, knocking two of the other boys apart in the process. They stumbled to stay upright, grumbling at Ebony. “Will, you’re dressed like a normal human being. Be a good boy and walk Annabelle to the salon so she doesn’t get lost again.”

“No!” Annabelle exclaimed, so forcefully that the group stilled and stared at her. The idea of being around Will right after he had deliberately gone and done something they had argued so horribly about made her sick. “I-I mean… I’m fine. Really. Thanks. I know the way. I was just thinking about things. But I’m fine.” She flashed a weak smile at their stunned faces and spun quickly, hurrying away as quickly as she could without running.

After everything that had happened… Had the weeks apart meant nothing to Will? How could he have missed her point so completely? Or had he just dismissed everything she had said? Did he really care so little about his life—and what she thought?

How could she have been so incredibly wrong about him?

She felt disturbingly empty as she wandered around in the salon for a few minutes, just to avoid going back to the food court for as long as possible. Then, when she couldn’t avoid it any longer, she forced herself to head back. She prepared her excuses on the way, steeling herself against the stares she was sure to get.

Sure enough, she was assaulted by teasing and jokes when she returned. “Did you get lost?” rang through the air as she finally sat back down, smiling her best show smile.

“It was ridiculously busy,” she lied, deliberately rolling her eyes to show exasperation. “It was insane in there. Sorry I took so long.” She turned to Claire with her most innocent expression. “Did we decide on a time for the fair on Saturday?”

Claire’s sharp eyes studied her even as her mouth flashed a large smile. “We did! We’re going to meet at six.”

“Sounds perfect,” she lied hollowly, grinning. As she squeezed Trevor’s hand to emphasize her words, she added, “I can’t wait.”

Chapter Fifteen

“Let’s go on this one!” Claire cried loudly, looking up at the Topsy-Turvy.

Annabelle echoed the squeals of excitement around her, dashing with the others to get in line for the ride. Claire looped her arm through Annabelle’s as they waited impatiently at the gate, Claire’s cold eyes triumphant.

“This looks like so much fun!” Annabelle declared, her voice sounding light and hollow in her own ears. She briefly entertained the idea the others would notice, then realized they wouldn’t—it sounded just like her to them.

Claire grinned. “After this, we should check out the haunted house,” she suggested, but there was no question in her voice.

“Oh, definitely!” Annabelle gushed. “I love those!” Actually, she hated haunted houses with a passion, because they usually scared her, but Claire just laughed and nodded enthusiastically. The attendant opened the gate and Claire darted in, finally releasing Annabelle’s arm. Annabelle relaxed, feeling strangely as if she had been sprung from a trap.

It was a tradition for the group to go to the Parkway Fair every year, and this year was no exception. Actually, Annabelle didn’t know anyone within a fifty mile radius who didn’t make it to the Parkway Fair. It was the biggest event in the state every year, full of rides, good food, live music, shopping, art exhibits, and more. Everyone went to the fair.

Trevor’s hand gripped Annabelle’s as the ride started, lifting them up in the air to the left. They went swinging over the platform to the right, and then back and forth again and again until they were hanging upside down in the air. She screamed right along with the rest of the girls as she clung to the seat, wishing that it would just be over soon so she could go home. Beside her, she could hear Trevor laughing as he squeezed her hand in a comforting gesture. When the ride was over and they were back on stable ground, Trevor wrapped an arm around her and she had to admit she was grateful for the support, feeling unsteady on her feet.

They headed straight for the haunted house, Claire leading the way. Annabelle clung to Trevor’s arm as tightly as she could as they walked in, afraid of getting lost in the crowd.

Dark lights surrounded them as they went through, and things popped out at them occasionally, but it wasn’t half as terrifying as she had expected. She relaxed her grip on Trevor’s arm, relieved. Still, she screamed at all the appropriate places, drawing as much attention to her and her friends as she could, and tried not to think about all the other people who were probably irritated about how obnoxious they were.

Trevor bought her cotton candy, which she happily carried around despite the look on Claire’s face. She loved cotton candy, and she wasn’t going to let Claire take that away from her. She liked it too much.

“Oh my god,” Claudia gasped in delight, coming to a dead stop at the front of the group with Claire. Erin barely missed smacking into her. “It’s a fortune teller!”

Annabelle added her delighted squeals to her friend’s, trying not to roll her eyes. She hated fortune tellers. They were such a waste of money. But she dutifully joined the others in line at the purple tent, covered with cheesy moons and stars. Claire went in first, and she came out snickering. Next was Zach, and then Claudia, who came out rolling her eyes. Annabelle internalized a sigh as she ducked under the golden tassels hanging from the purple cloth covering the door, stepping into the tent.

It was about as cliché as she expected, complete with an old gypsy-looking woman sitting in the center of the circular tent at a dark blue, velvet-covered table. Weird knickknacks that looked like they were from a joke shop surrounded her, hanging on the walls and up on pedestals. She was holding a deck of cards and eyeing Annabelle so seriously that she laughed nervously.

“Have a seat,” the woman told her, nodding at the wooden chair across from her.

Annabelle slowly sat down.

“Is there a question you would like to know the answer to?” the woman asked. “Or would you just like a general reading?”

On the very slim chance that this stuff could work, she didn’t want to know the answer to anything. She was afraid of what she would hear. “Just a general reading,” she requested, smiling hesitantly.

The woman studied her for a moment longer, then shuffled the cards. She held the stack out for Annabelle. “Cut them into three piles. They don’t have to be even. Just wherever you feel they should be cut.”

Okay. This was weird. Annabelle felt along the deck, and though she knew it was just in her mind, she did feel like there were certain places that she should cut the deck. She split the cards into three piles and leaned back, looking up at the woman.

“Tap the piles in the order you feel most appropriate,” the woman told her. “One, two, three.”

This was really, really weird. Still, she felt a pull toward the far left deck, then the right, and finally the middle.

Almost instantly the woman gathered the piles in that order, placing the middle deck in her palm, the right on top of it, and then the left on the very top of the pile. She flipped the cards into two large fans on the table, until all the cards were out of her hands. Then she leaned forward and studied them. After a moment, she frowned and looked up at Annabelle.

“You’re not going down the right path,” the woman told her bluntly. Stunned, Annabelle stared at her with wide, disbelieving eyes. “The pain in your eyes will continue if you don’t figure out where to turn.” She tapped a few of the cards, walking her fingers down them. “You do know, though. You just don’t want to allow yourself to do it.” She looked up at Annabelle curiously. “You’re afraid of being alone, but you’re not alone. You just won’t accept it.”

Annabelle gaped at her, then stood and hastily drew a twenty out of her pocket. “Look, lady… Some people are really susceptible to stuff like this. You shouldn’t go around throwing out crap like this. You could seriously damage someone’s life.”

As she tossed the twenty on the table, the woman’s hand grasped her wrist. Annabelle gasped and looked down at her, terror running through her veins. She had a vaguely hysterical mental image of a crazy old lady in a gypsy outfit running down the walkway yelling at her. “That’s it,” the woman insisted, her voice low and strong. “That’s the strength that burns inside of you. Use it. There’s nothing to fear. You have others waiting to hold you up.”

A hundred emotions went through her. But before she could formulate any questions, the woman sat back and released her wrist, nodding her toward the door. “You may not believe,” she said, “but the advice is still true.”

Annabelle backed out of tent as quickly as she could.

When her friends saw her, they burst out laughing. “You okay?” Trevor asked, laughing as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “You look like you saw a ghost!”

She forced a weak smile. “I’m fine,” she assured them. “Just a crazy old lady.” Still, she couldn’t resist looking back at the tent, trying to control her shaking.

Apparently no one else had gotten the type of fortune Annabelle had, because they all came out rolling their eyes and laughing. They finished out the day riding on rides and taking pictures, and then they parted, Annabelle hopping into Trevor’s passenger seat as he slid into the driver’s seat.

“Did you have fun?” he asked, looking over at her with a grin as they drove.

She forced herself to smile. “Yeah. Thanks for taking me. Did you?”

“Of course. I was with you.” She smiled weakly and gazed out the front window, suddenly uncomfortable. There was a moment of silence, and then Trevor went on. “Annabelle… I want to tell you something.”

She knew enough about relationships to know that was an ominous sentence. Her heart beat quickened as she looked back at him. “Yes?”

He shifted uncomfortably, keeping his eyes fastened on the road. “Lately… I’ve been thinking we were headed for a breakup. You just… You haven’t been yourself recently.” He looked over at her quickly, his next words rushed. “But I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. I know it wasn’t like you. Today showed that. You’re totally back to normal. And I just wanted to say how glad I am you’re my girlfriend.”

She mechanically turned away from him and stared out the front window, unable to grasp onto all of the thoughts flying around in her head. At a time when she had felt the most like herself—the happiest she had ever really been—Trevor had thought she wasn’t herself? Trevor thought she was back to normal
today
?

Trevor had wanted to break up with her?

And then, from somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she thought,
I wish he had.

Even as she tried to push the thoughts away, the memories of her time with Will suddenly surged up around her. ATV’ing. Riding in his car with the top down. Will holding her as she cried. Will climbing in her window late at night. Saving her at the party that weekend so long ago.

Her real self?

What did Trevor know about her real self?

“Stop the car,” she whispered.

“What?” Trevor asked, leaning toward her.

She turned toward him, feeling hot anger and betrayal built up inside of her, ready to burst forth. “St—“ she started.

“Hang on, Annabelle, just a sec,” he said, sounding flustered as he dug into the pocket of his jeans. She watched as he emerged with a ringing cell phone, something she hadn’t even heard through the blood rushing in her ears. He glanced at the number, looked startled, and said, “Hello?”

Annabelle’s fury faded instantly as Trevor’s foot lifted off the gas. He paled, his eyes taking on a glassy appearance. For a moment, she worried he might crash the car. “What?” she heard him ask hoarsely. “Where?” Annabelle felt her heart catch in her throat. “I’ll be right there.”

Trevor tossed the phone onto the SUV’s console, gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. “My mom,” he said quietly. “She collapsed. She’s in the hospital. Can your parents come pick you up there?”

She felt tears form in her eyes. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry, Trevor.”

He said nothing, but he drove almost twenty miles over the speed limit. He seemed to know the way to the hospital from memory, which she guessed wasn’t really surprising since he had been there with his mother so many times.

God… Mrs. Scarlett… It couldn’t be.

Annabelle closed her eyes, clasping her hands in her lap, and prayed for her to be okay.

She followed Trevor into the hospital, almost running to keep up with his rapid pace. He went straight down corridor after corridor, until they finally arrived in a waiting room lined with chairs. Magazines littered the tables, and against a wall, a television was on the news station. Trevor looked around, then walked up to the woman behind the desk, leaving Annabelle there by herself.

She looked around herself for Will, but he was nowhere to be seen in the nearly deserted room. Slowly, she joined Trevor’s side, just as the nurse at the desk was saying, “…talking to the doctors now.”

Trevor’s shoulders slumped. Annabelle lightly touched his arm as he thanked the woman, then moved to sit in one of the chairs in the middle of the room. He leaned forward, burying his head in his hands.

“Dad’s talking to Mom’s doctor,” Trevor said, his voice muffled. “She said Will was here but she hasn’t seen him for a while.”