the woods, but stopped before actually pressing her speed-dial button. I wasn’t ready to share yet. I didn’t feel like giving up anything of what I’d collected from the day.
I stayed up late, waiting for David to come back, but at nine o’clock he called the house and told Nana that he’d be awhile, and she arranged to leave a key under the mat for him. I was both relieved and disappointed that I wouldn’t see David that night.
When I woke up the next morning, I got dressed and showered and crept to the doorway of the den to see David and Masher asleep on the couch.
“He got back late,” said Nana behind me.
“I figured,” I said.
“Do you want cereal or toast?”
Nana knew nothing of how my world had shifted in the last twenty-four hours. It didn’t seem possible that I could concentrate on a simple decision like that, that I could care about something as tiny as what to eat for breakfast. But somehow I was going to have to get through the day, so I had to start sucking it up.
“Cereal, please. Thanks.”
After breakfast I left for school, calculating how many hours until I could come home and potentially see David. It wasn’t that I was dying to be with him, but I was curious. How was he going to act around me now? How would the shape of his eyes be different when he looked at me, and how would his limbs move when we were in the same room together?
I just wanted to know what would happen.
At school, Meg was pissed.
“Did you get my messages?”
“It was a weird weekend.” Evasive, yet not a lie.
“Well? What happened? Why was David here?”
I told her about how the house was sold, how he had to go through his stuff, and how we let him stay with us. I told her that I barely saw him but that he was nice to me. None of it untruthful, but none of it the kind of truth I should have been telling my best friend.
“Did you have fun at the dance?” I asked her, wanting to shift the subject away from me.
“It was a blast,” she said curtly, then paused and added, “Joe came.”
A punch in my gut. “He did?”
“Yes,” said Meg, with a firm s on the end of it. “He came. Looking for you.” I had nothing to say, and it seemed like Meg needed to let that hurt me a little. But then she smiled. “He went as half Spider-Man, half Wolverine.”
I tried to picture Joe that way—walking into the dance alone, scanning the room for me—and felt a pang of regret.
“He even texted you from school to see if you were okay,” added Meg.
I glanced down at my phone, realizing that one of the messages I hadn’t bothered to read must have been from him. Now I felt even worse.
Andie and Hannah found me after third period to update me on the dance, like I’d been waiting all weekend to hear what they had to say.
“I’m sorry you missed it, it was really fun,” said Andie.
“And we won the costume contest!” added Hannah.
Well, duh, of course they did. I wondered if they were genuinely surprised that the world handed them treats or if they just faked it for the rest of us.
Not once did they ask how I was, or what had happened to make me go home so suddenly. I felt angry, but then thought of David asking me if I was afraid to be treated normally. And then that thought led to the thought of David’s lips, his hand on my ear, not afraid that touching me would break something. His “Laurel” in that flat, even, solid voice.
I thought of that voice at lunchtime when I knocked on Mr. Churchwell’s door. He opened it with a big smile, way too happy to see me.
“Laurel! What’s up?”
“I just wanted to let you know I’m almost done with my Early Action application to Yale, and I’ve decided not to write about the accident.”
He nodded at me, with a trace of a smile. Had I given him the answer he wanted?
As I walked away I heard David’s voice again: You’re strong enough, Laurel. You know who you are. The voice stayed in my ear all day as I counted down the hours, and then minutes, until I could go home and see him again.
When the final school bell rang for the day, I jumped into the car and drove