“Are you sure it’s worth getting it checked out?” I frown. “I don’t want you wasting your money.”
“I don’t want you stuck anywhere, so I consider it money well spent.”
“Thanks, Kell.”
He kisses my forehead and disappears into the bathroom, leaving me with a dizzying sensation that makes me feel like I’m in a dream.
Because before I came here, I never had choices. I did as my parents said, working toward their success. For once, I’m incontrol. I get to choose what I do next. And I know with absolute certainty that those choices will only bring me closer tohim.
8
GREER
Weeks Later
“I’ll try not to be too long,” I call to Kellan as I grab my purse.
“Don’t you dare rush,” he lectures.
I roll my eyes. “I won’t.”
I head to the library, my thoughts a twisted tangle I can never seem to sort.
Kellan has been kind, generous, and the best lover I could have asked for, often satisfying me several times a night.
But there’s a distance between us. A mile-high wall he’s built. And sometimes I worry that’ll never change.
My phone buzzes with a notification from my old high school guidance counselor, Mrs. Granger.
Dear Greer,
It’s good to hear from you. I’m glad you’re doing well.
I promise I never thought you were a burden, and I certainly never told your parents you were.
I do admit to calling them down to the school for a meeting, but I was only asking their permission to try a new intervention. Shortly after, they pulled you from class, saying they were able to get you into a special program. I’d emailed them, asking for more details, but it went unanswered.
I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. Please, if you have any more questions, all you need do is ask.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Granger
I stop and gawk at my phone, feeling enough rage and confusion to make me scream.
But I hold it in, pushing it down, determined not to let my parents haunt me any more than they already have.
It’s time to put the past behind me.
I arrive at the library fifteen minutes early, but my tutor beat me there anyway.
“Hi! You must be Greer.” The blonde woman extends her hand. “I’m Willa.”
We shake. “It’s nice to meet you.” I smile nervously.
“Sorry, I couldn’t squeeze you in until now.” She tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I’m always busy.”
“It’s fine. I’m in no rush.”
