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He had no idea just how odd this all was. “I guess. Why?”

“I need to ask you something, Emma.” He waited for me to look at him. “Does your mom have a drinking problem? Does she treat you badly?”

“What? No!” I sat up in my chair. “Of course not. What the hell does that have to do with some cracked-out guy attacking me in a theater bathroom?”

Detective Monroe slipped his notepad back into his pocket. “Okay. Just calm down. With the extent of your injuries and the fact that your mother had been drinking, not to mention that we don’t have one witness who saw this woman or the man, I have to ask. I’m just trying to help you.”

Help me? I wanted to laugh. His badge wasn’t going to do me a bit of good. Not against something he probably didn’t even believe in.

“You can help me by leaving us alone.”

I got up, expecting him to stop me, but he didn’t. Instead he sighed and said, “You know where to find me if you change your mind.”

…

Parker drove us back to his house from the hospital in silence. After my conversation with the cops, I didn’t really feel like talking to him about any of it. The more people I had to lie to, the more complicated this was going to get. So I went with silence, which was broken up by the occasion cough from me or my mom. We finally pulled into a gravel driveway that led to a sleepy white house set back in the trees. Through the big picture window in front, I could see a few lights on in the house.

“Do you have kids?” I asked.

Parker shook his head and ducked out of the car to open my door. “Nope. It’ll just be us.”

An hour later, after we’d eaten pizza that Parker had ordered, he showed me to the guest room. I almost fainted when I spotted the black and white print of me at Lone Pine Lake hanging from the wall. I traced the shimmer next to me and my heart fluttered painfully at the thought of Finn. I wondered if he’d ever come back.

“I can’t believe you saved this,” I whispered. Parker leaned on the wall next to me and looked at the picture.

“Sorry I wasn’t able to get your books.” He slid a box over to me with the toe of his boot that was full of secondhand paperbacks. “I picked these up today. I think there are even a couple of your dad’s in there. Your mom said you liked to read. Maybe we can rebuild your collection.”

I stared down at the books, images of Dad flashing through my mind, and my vision blurred with tears. “Thank you.”

“Okay, well, I’ll let you get settled. Good night.” Parker turned and left me in the room full of unfamiliar furniture. It smelled like fresh paint. Mom lingered in the doorway, watching me after Parker had gone.

“So how long are we staying here?” I picked up a paperback and pretended to read the blurb on the back. When she didn’t answer I tossed the book back in the box and looked at her. “Earth to Mom!”

She blinked like she’d been somewhere else and smiled.

“Are you still upset about the cops questioning you?” I asked. “I told you everything was fine. I gave them a description of the girl who did this.” A description of a girl they’d never find, considering she was dead.

She shook her head. “I’m upset that there is obviously some person out there intent on hurting you and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. If I hadn’t been drinking, none of this would have happened. You could’ve died.”

“But I didn’t.” I eased down onto the unfamiliar bed and patted the spot beside me.

Mom flashed me a tight smile and took a deep breath, settling down next to me. “Are you okay with this? Staying here? I know I should have asked you.” Mom twisted to face me, waiting for my approval. “We can stay in a hotel if you want.”

I thought about Dad. About his smile and the way he always smelled like pine needles and coffee.

The sound of his laptop soothing me to sleep at night. Parker wasn’t Dad. He wasn’t ever going to be Dad. But maybe if he made her happy, I could try. “Are you happy with him?’ She smiled. “Very.”

Dad would want this. The thought had been in my head all along, but I didn’t want to hear it. I’d been too selfish. I couldn’t be that way anymore. I didn’t want to be that girl. I smiled. “Then I’m okay with this.”

Mom beamed back at me and kissed my cheek. “He doesn’t have a lot of stuff to bake with here, but he did pick up some of those blueberry muffins you like from the bakery in town for breakfast.”

“Tell him thanks for me.”

She smiled and shut my door behind her on the way out. Once she was gone, I sighed and turned to grab the bag of new clothes my mom had picked up for me, but it wasn’t there. Crap. Left them in the car.

I listened to the sound of cold rain beat on the roof like a drum, contemplating sleeping in my clothes rather than brave the rain outside. My need for comfort eventually won and I slid quietly through the house and out the front door.

I grabbed the bag and used it to shield myself from the icy rain and hurried back onto the porch. The rain had melted most of the snow, making a muddy, half-frozen mess of the rustic landscape. I reached for the front door-“Emma?”

My breath caught in my throat and my heart thudded against my ribs. I turned around and found Finn standing in the rain. He didn’t move and neither could I.

“Emma…I…I…” He couldn’t finish. His teeth were chattering.

The sound of his voice sent panic flaring through me to the point of pain. I stumbled off the porch and into the rain, not caring about the ache in my leg or the stinging in my neck, or that the heavy droplets were practically freezing in my hair.

“Finn?” When I got closer enough, I stilled, paralyzed by disbelief. He was soaked. Rain dripped down his face, and his hands were clenched into shaking fists at his sides. I reached out and gasped when my fingers gripped a handful of his soaked T-shirt.

“Oh my God, Finn!” I grabbed him, not understanding, not thinking, only moving. I pulled him into the house behind me and prayed that Mom and Parker would stay in his bedroom as I dragged a strange boy through his living room.

Once we were in the safety of my room, I quietly shut and locked the door behind us, keeping my back pressed to the wood. I couldn’t stop staring at him. Something told me that I should help the half-frozen boy in front of me, but I couldn’t move. Finn couldn’t be wet. He couldn’t be freezing. Not my Finn.

He stared back, convulsions racking his frame, and smiled despite the pain showing in his face. “It hurts.”

I slid away from the door and hesitated before grabbing his hands. They were freezing. I held them, perplexed by their solid fleshy feel. He felt like…me. “What hurts?”

“The cold. Everything.”

I stripped his T-shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. I wanted to ask how this was possible, but I couldn’t. My hopes were already up, and I couldn’t handle the disappointment that would smother me when he told me it was only temporary. So instead I kept moving, ridding him of his wet clothes. I unzipped his jeans and tugged them down over his hips, leaving him standing wide-eyed in only a pair of boxers.

I left him to start the bath, filling it with hot water, and hesitating to watch the steam roll off the top as I gathered my thoughts. When I came back, Finn grabbed me by the shoulders and ran his gloriously solid hands down my arms. Hands that had every part of me memorized before they’d ever even touched me. “How is this even possible? I don’t understand.”

He reached up to touch my face, his fingers trembling as they cupped my cheeks. “Emma, I’m a-a-a-live,” he finally stuttered, then collapsed at my feet.

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