His smile slid off his face and his brows went down. “No, that’s tomorrow.”

“Really? Huh. I guess nobody told all the artists and guests who showed up tonight.” My voice was like ice.

“You said it was on the twenty-first.”

“Today is the twenty-first, Cooper.”

“No, it’s the twentieth, right? Saturday?”

I snorted out an insincere laugh. I wanted to rip down all the pictures from his wall and shred them to pieces because the anger throbbing in my chest was so intense.

He shook his head. “Is it really Sunday? I’m a total jerk. My phone fell into a tide pool today. It’s completely busted. You haven’t been texting me at all this week. I’m not used to zero reminders about things.”

He was blaming this on me? Something washed over me. It started at my scalp and poured down my body in a numbing wave. It wasn’t exactly peace, but it was acceptance. Resolution, maybe. “I’m done,” I said, and I found that I truly meant it.

“I must’ve lost a day when I was sick,” he continued, without acknowledging what I’d said. “It’s summer. The days all blend together. Plus, I think Iris said it was Saturday this morning. She must’ve been confused too.”

“Oh, I’m sure she was so confused.”

“Why was that dripping sarcasm?”

I held up my hands in surrender. “No reason, Cooper. I’m done.”

“What does that mean? Why do you keep saying that?”

“This one-sided thing isn’t working. I can’t do it anymore. Have a good life.” I either had to climb out the window and look like a major buffoon with my short dress riding up to my waist or walk by him out the door he was still blocking and maintain my resolve.

I sensed it deep in my chest. I could walk by him.

He didn’t move when I reached the door. I looked up at him. His eyes were pained. It cracked my heart a little more.

“I’m sorry, Abby. Please don’t walk away like this. Let me make it up to you.” This was the Cooper that could normally get me to do anything. His pleading eyes, his charming smile, his persuasive voice. It didn’t work this time.

“Cooper. Move.”

“Abby, please don’t leave like this. How was the show? Does your mom hate me for not picking her up?”

“She didn’t come.”

He pushed his fingers against his closed eyes. “Oh no. I’m so sorry. I’m a huge jerk. The biggest one in existence.”

“Move,” I growled.

He reached out for my hand and I yanked it away violently. He wasn’t used to that from me, I could see it in his surprised expression. I didn’t ask him to move again. I pushed him aside and fled.

I made it to my car and drove down the block before I let the tears come. And they came.

THIRTY-TWO

Mom and Grandpa were waiting up for me when I got home. Mom was a mess. Her eyes were puffy, her makeup washed away. I didn’t want to hear another round of apologies. It didn’t seem to matter what I wanted tonight, because apologies were what I got.

She collapsed on me, her hands around my shoulders, her face in my neck. “I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t want to talk about this tonight.” I pushed her off. I never pushed her away, and now anger and guilt pressed against my chest so hard that I couldn’t breathe.

Mom let out a sob.

“You need help,” I spit out.

She nodded. “I know.”

“I need to go to bed.” I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon. I really just needed to get out of this room before I said more things that I could never take back. I whirled around and stormed down the hall.

Grandpa, who hadn’t said a word, followed after me.

“What?” I snapped.

“Do you need to talk about it?” His voice was calm, like that would make this all okay.

“I need to be left alone.”

“You’re mad.”

“Yes, I’m mad!”

“You should be. I would be.”

“Good. Because I am.”

“I’m sorry she couldn’t make it.”

“I’m mad at you, Grandpa! You!”

“I couldn’t leave her.”

“Really? Really? That’s the excuse you’re going with? You. The one who’s always trying to push her to do more. This time it was too much?”

“I’d never seen her quite this bad, Abby.”

“Then maybe you could’ve asked Elliot to stay with her. Maybe you could’ve left her for just thirty minutes and come and shown me some support! This was an important night, and it’s like you didn’t even care about me.”

“I care about you. You know that.”

“Well, you certainly didn’t show it! Now please get out of my room.” I knew half of this tirade was for Cooper, but at least half of it was for my grandpa too, so I didn’t call him back when he lowered his head and left.

Somehow yelling at him didn’t make me feel any better. My head was pounding, and my eyes felt like they were on fire.

I should’ve waited until I had calmed down to send an email to my dad. But he deserved some of this anger too. The email was short, but true to how I felt.

Dad, never ever lie or bully someone into including your daughter in anything again. Let her earn her own achievements.

I hit Send and closed my laptop. Then I went to my bathroom, downed two aspirin, and crawled into bed.

My phone woke me the next morning with lots of buzzing. I sat up. I’d slept in my clothes and makeup. My eyelashes felt clumpy. I looked at my phone. There were exactly thirty-two texts from Cooper. Guess he’d fixed his phone somehow. Most of them were just the words I’m sorry over and over and over again. I had a text from Lacey as well: You didn’t send me a report. That must mean it went exceptionally well.

I groaned and got out of bed. I took a long and very hot shower. My skin was red and splotchy when I climbed out. In the twenty minutes I’d been in the bathroom Cooper had sent five more texts. I ignored those as well.

There was no reply to the email I’d written my dad. It wasn’t like he had time to just sit around checking his email. I knew it might take a few days. I hoped I didn’t regret sending it by then.

I steeled myself and went out to the kitchen. Grandpa sat at the table. I looked around but didn’t see my mom anywhere.

“She’s still sleeping. She had an emotional night.”

“Didn’t we all,” I mumbled.

“Can we talk about it?”

“Not yet, Grandpa, please not yet.” I felt dizzy and leaned against the counter.

“Can you at least tell me if Cooper is okay? I was worried last night when he didn’t show up.”

“I never want to talk about Cooper again.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“No. Really. I’m done with Cooper. Forever.” I knew this was my emotions speaking. If it had been Rachel or Justin, I would’ve been mad at them for a few days and moved on. But it wasn’t Rachel or Justin. It was Cooper. The guy I loved. And that love was now making forgiveness feel impossible.

“That’s . . . um . . . forever?” Grandpa asked.