Decide what I want to do.
That’s always the question.
Well, Bea, you’re primary guardian for your three brothers now, so what do you want to do?
Ryker’s out of the house and you have more time, Bea, so what do you want to do?
Griff’s gone too now, Bea, so what do you want to do?
Hudson’s all grown up. Time to decide what you want to be when you grow up too, Bea.
Except there’s never a forever answer.
There’s aright nowanswer.
At first, it wasI want to survive.
ThenI want to be involved like Mom and Dad were so that my brothers don’t feel cheated, and it’s not like I don’t have the time.
Followed byGuess I’ll drive a bus or volunteer with the PTA or use some of those free classes the college still gives me or take a pity job from one of their friends’ parents to have something to do to bring in a little extra cash and plump up my resume.
And then there wasI’m going to make my dad’s dreams come true with the man I’m going to marry.
Except it wasn’t my dream.
Not really.
It was the same thing I’ve done since the call came.
I buried myself in looking for something that would fill the hole my parents left and help me walk in the shoes I had to fill, time and time again.
I keep trying to find ways to keep them alive.
Their memories.
Their dreams.
Their hopes for all of us.
Including their hopes that I’d settle down with a solid guy who loved me and live a life that made me happy. I thought they’d like Will. I thought they’d like Andreas. I thought they’d love Jake.
And now—now I have a spite food truck and a betrayed heart.
Broken dreams of my own.
And the worst part?
I still don’t want to believe Simon used me.
I want to believe there’s a logical reason for what I saw that’s something more thanhe used me.
Because that’s also what I always do.
I always believe that somehow, I made a mistake. That it was my fault. That I did something wrong. That I read something wrong.
AndI didn’t.
I have the photos of the script.
