Is It Any Wonder (Nantucket Love Story #2) - Courtney Walsh Page 0,133
years of watching him make millions with his savvy business sense.
But that was over now. Now, sitting on the ferry next to her new best friend, Andrew, Emily screwed her eyes shut and willed herself to stop thinking about Max, her failures, her grandparents, and her empty bank account.
She wasn’t sure which of those things would be most difficult to put out of her head. All of them seemed to have her attention at any given point of the day. She supposed that’s what happened when you hit rock bottom. You wasted a lot of time replaying your mistakes, trying to figure out if there was any way to undo them in order to right your own ship.
So far, she’d found no indication such a solution existed. She only knew that when you found yourself at rock bottom, it would be nice to see a hand offering to pull you up.
For her, there was no hand, and that was maybe the worst part of all.
“You’re humming again.” It was Andrew. Earnest Andrew and his big brown eyes.
“Don’t grow up to be a jerk, okay, Andrew?” Emily said absently.
Andrew’s mother frowned.
“Sorry,” Emily said. “Sometimes I say inappropriate things.”
“Kenton does that too. One time he spent the whole day talking about poo.” Andrew’s face was so serious Emily couldn’t help but laugh.
He smiled at her. “What’s your imaginary friend’s name?”
“I don’t see much of her anymore,” Emily said. “But her name was Kellen.”
“Kellen,” Andrew said. “Kellen and Kenton. I bet they’re friends.”
“You ask him the next time you see him, okay?” Emily smiled. She’d been having such a lovely time with Andrew she didn’t even notice the ferry had slowed and was now docking in Nantucket.
If she closed her eyes tightly enough, Emily could almost imagine she was just another Nantucket tourist. If she stopped her mind from wandering, she could almost believe it was her first time on the island, her first time seeing in real life what she’d only seen in photos—the cobblestone streets, the gray Shaker homes with big bushes of purplish-blue hydrangeas out front, the rows of brightly colored Vespas for rent, the lighthouses that beckoned weary travelers to come and rest here.
Nantucket made promises, but in her experience, the island didn’t make good on them.
What she wouldn’t give for this to be her first time.
But it wasn’t, was it?
She glanced into her big, floppy bag, the one where she’d stuffed all the necessities, including the haphazardly assembled book of letters, worn with years of handling. Sometimes just touching it was enough to make her mother feel close, almost like she had a magic lamp she could rub and see her wishes come true.
But as she placed her hand on the tattered, hand-decorated cover, even her mom felt far away.
It was as if her presence had been pulled out of the book the second the island came into view. As if even her mother’s memory wanted to forget.
All around her, other passengers were gathering their things, anxious to get the season started on the island. But Emily stayed in her seat, dazed and maybe kind of motion sick. Or perhaps the nausea had nothing to do with the boat ride at all.
If she were smart, she would’ve approached Nantucket the way she would a two-day-old Band-Aid.
One quick rip and it would all be over.
If only . . .
“You’re getting off, aren’t you?” Andrew stood in front of her now, his red-and-yellow tiny-person backpack wrapped around both of his shoulders, a red baseball cap doing its best to tame his unruly chocolate-colored hair.
“I’m thinking about it,” Emily said with a smile.
“You like it here, don’t you?”
Ooh. A trick question. What was she going to tell the kid? That this island had stolen everything from her and she was only back here because she had absolutely no other option? His mother would probably call the police.
“Yes, it’s very lovely,” she finally said. It wasn’t a lie, not really. Nantucket was lovely. At least it was for other people.
“I love this place,” Andrew said. “Here.” He held out his fist and gave it a shake.
She held her hand out underneath his and he dropped a smooth white rock into it.
“I found this on the beach last summer.” Andrew grinned and she could tell his front tooth was about to fall out. “You can have it.”
Before she could protest, Andrew’s mom gave his hand a tug.
He looked back at her and waved, and for the briefest second Emily’s heart ached.