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utting through the blinds, a blade of light across the rumpled she
es fle
e that had turned him into a legend on the basketball court, the same quiet intensity that had made him a prodigy in the classroom. Back then, he had been the boy every girl wanted, the one who could have anyone. And she had been invisible. Until one d
r eyes had glittered with malice as she'd leaned in close at the gala. "Caitlin, darling, wasn't it you who used to follow Isaac around like a lovesick puppy in high school? Oh, that's right-you wrote him a love letter, didn't you? How wonderfully pathetic that must fee
er mouth to stifle a gasp. Carefully, she lifted his arm,
d wood floor when his voice, thic
are you
im. "Work," she stammere
r behind her. Leaning against the cool wood, she stared at her reflection. Her hair was a mess,
breathing ragged, the full weight of the night bef
a friend. Her father, before the bankruptcy, had been a donor. Now the invitation felt like a cruel joke, a c
ha
well you've managed to maintain it." The laughter that followed had been like tiny shards of glass. And then, the whisper: "I heard what happened to your father. The bankruptcy and everything. It's
her in a student council election, or maybe it was just that Jenna had always been cruel to anyone she saw as beneath her. Now that Caitlin's family had los
Isaac had
ed at her-really looked at her-as if he remembered something she had long since given up hoping he would. He crossed the distance between them in a few effortless s
d. The cab ride to her apartment had been silent, but his hand had fou
matter to someone-anyone-in a world that had spent the last three years trying to erase her. And beneath that, buried so deep she barely
on the other side of a do
t, she emerged. Isaac was sitting up, leaning against the headboard, the sheet
the floor. "Last night... it was a mistake," she said, the words
ed, replaced by a sudden, chi
word was clipped, sha
ent, not daring to look back. She clattered down the thre
he subway station three blocks away. She swiped her MetroCard and squeezed onto a
ten years, she had only ever watched him from a distance. She had written him a letter he never acknowledged, nursed a crush he never noticed, and told hersel
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