had been abducted years ago have to be sorry about? And why, if he’d been coming into town with Seabright all those years, would he signal them now? And in such an obscure way? How did he know they would be looking at the surveillance footage? Unless …
Unless he was somehow involved.
17
Many have eaten here. Few have died.
—SIGN IN THE KITCHEN OF SUNSHINE VICRAM
There were three reasons Auri adored her grandparents. Well, there were a million, but three main ones. One, they loved her. Two, that love was unconditional, no matter how bad she screwed up. And three, they made certain she felt that love to the marrow of her bones.
Even if she was never allowed to see Sybil again after introducing her to a life of crime and degradation. Even if Cruz never wanted to see her again after turning him into one of Del Sol’s most wanted. Even if her mother lost her job and never spoke to her again and they ended up living on the streets of Del Sol, rifling through their neighbors’ trash cans for food, she knew she would always have her grandparents. And that they would feed her.
“How about some pizza?” her grandpa asked after escorting her into the house.
“I don’t deserve pizza,” she said.
His expression turned pensive as he nodded. “You’re right. How about I order it with extra pineapple as punishment.”
She laughed and hugged them both before heading to her room, where she overheard him ordering. Pepperoni with extra pepperoni.
Oh, yeah. They loved her.
She texted Sybil, expecting a furious text from her mother ordering her to never go near her child again. Instead, Sybil texted back. Auri! What happened? What did your mom do? Are you grounded for life? For all of eternity? Are we going to prison? Wait, let me call.
She laughed and picked up mid-ring. “Hey.”
“Hey, Auri. What’s the verdict?”
“Still waiting on the sentence hearing, but so far it looks like prison will not be in our future. Mrs. Fairborn isn’t going to press charges.”
“Oh, thank God.”
“You know what this means, right?”
After a minute, Sybil guessed, “We don’t have to learn how to make weapons out of our toothbrushes?”
“No. Well, yes. But more importantly, it means Mrs. Fairborn is guilty.”
“Holy crap, you’re right! Why else wouldn’t she press charges?”
“Exactly.”
“We have to prove it.”
“We will. I have to fix something first. I just wanted to check on you. Are you grounded?”
She let out a lengthy sigh. “No, but I would feel better if I were.”
“Oh, no.” Dread slid up Auri’s spine like a snake. “What happened?”
“Can you imagine what it was like for my mother, getting a call about me from a sheriff’s deputy after I almost died? Twice? She is so traumatized, Auri, she had to take a sleeping pill and go to bed.”
Tears stung the backs of her eyes. She really knew how to leave a mark. “Sybil, I am so sorry.”
“What? No. That’s not what I was getting at,” she said, her tone edgier than normal, “I am a big girl. It may not seem like it sometimes, but I can make my own decisions, and I chose to do this.”
“Because of me.”
“It was my decision. I am the one who has to live with what I just put my mother through. And my dad. He’s downstairs drinking some of Mr. Ravinder’s moonshine.”
The guilt that swept over Auri made her feel nauseous. No matter what Sybil said, it was entirely, one hundred and ten percent, Auri’s fault.
“Hold on,” Sybil said. “What do you mean you have to fix something? Fix what?”
No way was she going to involve her best friend any more than she already had. “I’ll tell you at school tomorrow.”
“You realize we only have three weeks left,” Sybil said, almost sadly.
A soft laugh escaped Auri. “You are the only person I know who gets sad when school lets out for the summer.”
“I just like seeing you every day.”
“And that has to change why?”
“We can still hang?”
“Sybil St. Aubin, we are going to have a blast this summer. You just wait. If I’m not in jail.”
“You just said … why would you be in jail? Auri, what are you planning?”
“Nothing you need to worry your big brain about. See you tomorrow.”
“Aurora!” she shouted as Auri hung up.
She knew she’d cave if Sybil pressed the issue. She needed to do this alone. She needed to fix her amateur mistake before she could go to her mother again. If she went to her mother again. Maybe, instead, she’d